I should have loved Black Swan. But it was a near miss for me. Perhaps if there were an equally explicit sex scene between Vincent Cassel and Benjamin Millepied as there was between the two female leads, it would have put me over the edge.
The Hollywood story is that Millepied, who played the principal male dancer in the movie and also choreographed the movie, is now Natalie Portman's baby daddy and owner of the pedigree of straight privilege: her fiance. Whatever. Just let me get another look at that man's incredibly muscled ass in tights again!
Baby daddy also has an artistic tummy tat on that smokin' hot dancer's body. Seriously now, Vincent Cassel wrestling Benjamin to the studio floor, blowing him until he pops, and then flipping him over to his stomach to plow those big, screen-worthy glutes... surely that would be an Oscar winning flick.
While the movie left me disappointed, I'm now a little obsessed with Benjamin in tights. It brings to mind the intuitive connection between homoerotic wrestling and dancers. As my mind's eye muses over an image of heel daddy Vincent tossing Benjamin into a wrestling ring and making that fine body suffer in a merciless boston crab, I'm reminded that this wouldn't be the first classically trained dancer to have his body on the line in a wrestling ring.
The description for X-Fights 3 match between Kid Leopard and Joey Smit sets the scenario this way:
Joey says he's a professional ballet dancer and experienced sex-fighter. Let's see, who else is a professional dancer? Uh huh, the lightweight X-fights champ himself, KL, jazz and flamenco specialist. "A ballet boy? Sounds like a pussy to me.", KL scoffs.
KL was a classically trained dancer. It makes me wonder how much this fact has shaped my own wrestling fetish tastes, since it's BG East's brand of homoerotic wrestling that feeds my hunger most satisfyingly. The fact that the Boss himself was a dancer has got to lend some quality to the shape of the homoerotic wrestling history crafted by KL through producing BG East.
Like dance itself, homoerotic wrestling is really about story telling. Both arts build characters and craft plots primarily from the physical forms of the principals. Both are grueling athletic feats of strength and endurance. Both wrestling and dance combine physical mastery and artistic performance to transform a stage/a ring into a boundless reality all its own, with rules and morals that often run counter to the standards of more pedestrian settings.
I haven't sorted through all the strings that connect my current infatuation with dancer Benjamin Millepied with my wrestling kink ala dancer Kid Leopard, but I'm convinced that there's at least one direct line connecting the two.