In Greek mythology, Sisyphus was cursed to eternally push a boulder up a mountain, only to see it roll back down the mountain each time he reached the top. Drawing from the myth of Sisyphus, existentialist philosopher Camus wrote about the absurdity of the search for meaning in an essentially meaningless world. Like Sisyphus, Camus argued, we are trapped within the futile task of seeking divinity and eternal truths, only to have our convictions tumble down over and over. We are destined to repeatedly learn that what seems so important to us at any given moment is, ultimately, hollow and pointless.
|Battered Coop climbs inch by inch up Diego's long, luscious body.|
As I wrestle a boulder up my own mountain, wondering if there's any point to it all, it reminds me of the potently erotic moment in some of my favorite homoerotic wrestling matches when a bashed hunk peels himself up off the mat to look up at the dominating beast staring down at him impassively. This drama shows up in most Cole Cassidy matches and several Kid Vicious crushings. Most recently, my heart nearly beat out of my chest when I watched cocky goldenboy Austin Cooper crawl, inch by inch, up the infinitely long legs of 6'3" giant Diego Diaz, climbing up the Latino sex-bomb's legs as Diego leers down at him, just waiting for him to reach his feet only to slam him back down to the mat once again. Of course, there's the homoeroticism of the catcher's face suggestively traversing his opponent's crotch. And undoubtedly, there's the drama of whether the beaten man is battered sufficiently to prevent him from launching a vicious attack on the standing hunk's vulnerability wagging in his face. But I'm captured by this moment for the melodrama, as well, the mythological scope of the scene as a once-invulnerable muscleman keeps climbing in the face of futility. As the pitcher watches impassively from above, allowing his crushee to use his frame as a handhold, to hang from him in his weakness, to lean on him, clutching his muscles for borrowed strength, I'm most moved when the fates are irresistible, and the struggling climber is destined to just barely reach the apex of his journey up his opponent's body only to be slammed back down to start the futile journey all over again. Sure, it may be a bleak assessment of the human condition, but it's one seriously hot scene in homoerotic wrestling, as hunky Sisyphus sweats his way up the mountain, inch by exhausted inch, destined to go tumbling down over and over again.
|Cole is uncharacteristically Sisyphus to Chris Bruce's mountainous muscles|
in Demolition 10.
|Cole squeezes Chris's powerful thighs as he climbs up the|
classic muscleman's waiting, glistening body.
|Just as Cole reaches the summit, Chris scoops him up...|
|...parades him helplessly and hopelessly around the ring...|
|...and flings him back to the mat from where he started.|
|Then Cole starts the long journey up the mountain once again....|