I followed organized sports half-heartedly up until the moment that I came out. Prior to that, I tracked college football and basketball and the occasional professional football season. But it was mostly just a perceived obligation of masculinity. I never really cared about the stats or the standings. As soon as I felt liberated from the heterosexist hegemony that equates homophobic contact sports with male virility, I stopped pretending to care. Homoerotic wrestling aside, my interest in the world of sport is seriously weak.
|Australian Rugby Player and Gay Rights Advocate, David Pocock|
|David Pocock and his gargantuan arms.|
Seems that Pocock has stated repeatedly and clearly that he's not getting married until everyone in Australia, including its gay citizens, have that right. Hot damn! I've said it before and I'll say it again, nothing, but nothing is sexier than a smoking hot muscle body paired with a visionary commitment to social justice.
|David Pocock's gorgeous ass and tree-trunk thighs|
|David Pocock meditating on social justice at the beach|
|Out Welsh rugby muscle beast, Thomas Gareth|
|Hairy rugby hunk and ally, Ben Cohen|
|Rugby player and physique god, Nick Youngquest|
I realize that the world of macho sports, much less the world of professional rugby, is not suddenly rushing to embrace the gays. The fact that these rugby gods being openly gay or gay positive is headline news seems to most certainly imply that they are the exception, rather than the rule. Still, I'm suddenly considering whether ore not I need to give my local gay rugby club a new look. These boys are definitely inspiring me to give team sports a second glance.