BOOM! POW! BOOM! That’s pretty much the only way I could verbalize my instant thoughts when I first saw this Australian weightlifter. His name is Damon Kelly and when I quickly did some thorough research (lol), I noticed that for a weightlifter, he’s quite stylish, to the point that I might even call him a “hipster” (or “bipster” for “bear hipster”). Let me lay out the evidence, and you be the judge… [KEEP ON WOOFIN’!]
The NFL is currently in a sticky bind trying to create a balanced and fair “harsh penalty” for players who would flagrantly hit and intentionally harm other players [ESPN]. I have been following this news and it basically resembles any workplace where management has no clue whatsoever what their employees would go through in their respective jobs. A frustrated defensive player who is being forced to make a split-second decision about the safety of his opponent is no different from any corporate America employee being told by management what to do when they haven’t even experienced their employees’ jobs firsthand at all.
In short, a sure-fire way to have a disgruntled employee is to make his or her job difficult. That’s pretty much the case with any human interactions, whether it be in sports, work, school, and, well, anything else.
However interesting that may be (lol), I am far more concerned with a much sinister and heinous argument that just might bring the NFL to even lower depths: people complaining about the increased exposure of armpits on the football field!
Paul Lukas has a hilarious commentary in his “Uni Watch” segment in ESPN.com called “Simply stated, these jerseys are the pits”:
Of course, being an Armpit Aficionado I am completely against his rally cry against the increased exposure of armpits in the NFL. To combat this, I will selectively choose some of Mr. Lukas’ points so that I could easily contradict him.
Let us begin our battle of “pits,” shall we?
But some players have been pushing the sleeveless style past the limits of visual propriety. For years, the poster child for this look has been Chris Hovan, who’s basically had his jersey tailored like a tank top, revealing more of his body than Uni Watch (or, most likely, anyone) wants to see.
Au contraire, Pepe Le Pew. The NFL is stacked to the brim with magnificent and imposing behemoths whose muscular and stocky builds are completely encumbered by needless jerseys, shoulder pads, and helmets. These men are our living mythical giants who, on any given Sunday, push their strengths and endurance to the limits for our entertainment. They are the wonders of our modern age, gladiators of a brutal sport, and the glue that binds people together as well as a polarizer of cities & communities. That being said, it would be totally awesome if football players were just shirtless. So, yes, there are people out there who actually respect and admire the human form. If a football player like Chris Hovan tailors his jersey like a tanktop, then that’s just a bonus for us fans and non-fans alike. Yes, there are people out there who appreciate Hovan’s armpits. As much as you probably enjoy watching the Lingerie Football League.
3. Ixnay on the exflay. Tired of the recent trend of players flexing like bodybuilders? That’s yet another byproduct of the faux sleeves. Wouldn’t be happening if the players’ upper arms were covered.
Seriously? Your number 3 reason for banning exposed armpits is because it would cause more football players to flex their muscles? And let’s just say that it’s true that all men in the world who wear sleeveless shirts severely suffer from Acute-Muscle-Flexing-Syndrome-Because-I’m-Wearing-A-Wifebeater, then what exactly is wrong with that? Men, especially men of the bigger variety, have the right to be proud of their bodies and strength. Of course there is a time and place to do so, in regards to sportsmanship versus showmanship, but please don’t blame the sleeveless jersey for causing men’s inherent desire to display their Alpha Maleness.
Okay. Now that I have conveniently avoided responding to Mr. Lukas’ finer & compelling points, let me pleasantly end my needless rant with a cavalcade of photos of Chris Hovan’s magnificent and spectacular armpits…
And to end on a finer rose-scented note, here is the Hovan family… Wow. I just love this image.
Some of my buddies would tell me that Survivor is “scripted”; and whether this is true or not, Episode 6 packed an emotional punch.
This episode was very Dickensian in scope where we get a parallel between the two “Muscle Russells” (I’ve been meaning to say that, so there). Both Russells pushed their bodies to the limit while their teammates relaxed and hid away from the rain. But, in the end, Russell Swan’s body gave up on him. It’s pretty chilling foreshadowing when Russell Hantz said:
Don’t stop until you throw up, you pass out, something. If you don’t throw up after every fricking challenge, you didn’t do your job. That’s how I think of it.
It was definitely a big scare to see Russell Swan go down that way. But in relation to the game, it was a big hit for Galu but a bigger break for Foa Foa. During the Tribal Council, our two opposing tribe members with their own hidden immunity idols (Russell and Erik) butted head-to-head and somewhat marked their territory. Erik has always been Russell Swan’s “yes man,” and with his high confidence for having an immunity idol, he decided to stand in the limelight and challenge what Russell Hantz said about his tribe getting a moral victory (from their challenge earlier for which they were winning in). Ah, Erik, bad, bad move… (Erik actually irritates me a little bit and it must be because of his non-stop flailing hand gestures.)
Let me end with these images which prove precisely why Russell Hantz has the perfectly sculpted physique of a herculean god…
Finally, let me actually end with these erotically-charged screenshots. Thank you very much, CBS! Thank you…
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I apologize for the lateness of my Russell Hantz posts. (My computer was down, but it’s now back up and running Windows 7 — which is actually a pretty good operating system, so far.) Anyway, better late than never. Let’s start off with Episode 5…
Just in case you’ve missed it: the grey boxer briefs has returned! Hooray!
In this episode, Russell was portrayed in a much more “slimier” light (if that’s even possible). It’s pretty amazing that Liz was the only one who even suspected Russell for having the hidden immunity idol. Perhaps it’s buried within the show’s editing floor, but Liz’s suspicion did not require genius detective skills since Russell was underneath that tree right in front of them from the previous episodes! Anyway, Russell got in to his defensive mode by threatening Liz. Being a male chauvinist gay guy, I felt a chill up my spine seeing a large male threaten this fragile lady. It was just not right. I think Russell just exposed himself by getting too angry and defensive. I felt also ashamed as he scurried off like a girl while he watched Jaison walk towards them. I must say that it wasn’t Russell’s finest moment.
Here are some screenshots of Russell telling Liz that she’s walking on thin ice. Strap on some comfortable ice skating shoes, Liz…
When Ashley was voted off, my heart was shattered. She was genuinely one of the nicest person in the game. The betrayal of her friend, Natalie, really got to me for some reason. The scene where Natalie was comforting Ashley for losing the reward challenge for them was heartbreaking and made me realize that Natalie is a (passive) force to be reckon with. And during the Tribal Council, you can tell that Ashley felt that she at least had Natalie and Russell on her side. And by being voted off unanimously, I can’t imagine what she felt at that moment.
And as far as Shambo is concerned: man, she just has no concept as to what this game is about. She is the complete antithesis of Russell which is probably why I want them to go to the Final Two. Good job, Shambo. Let’s go and share the clue to everyone… from the other tribe! Yes you share a kinship with them, but, man, that’s either the smartest or dumbest move. The more I think about it, it’s probably the smartest move she has ever inadvertently done so far.
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But on today’s post, I just want to point out a handsome actor who played a bartender in Season 1, Episode 5 (The Case Of The Lonely White Dove). Unfortunately, IMDb nor the end credits shed any light on this mysterious stranger’s true identity…
Yes! Russell Hantz‘s tribe, Foa Foa, finally got an immunity win. I can’t believe that I’m getting way too hooked in to this show…
When I talked about Jaison’s “whiny bitching” from last week’s episode, I was not belittling his emotion over the “racially insensitive comments” (debatable, in my opinion). The fact is, Jaison was more affected by it than Yasmin even though that “insult” was directed at her. If it really bothered him, he should have been the “white knight in shining armor” (oops, am I being racist?) and interrupted the argument between Ben and Yasmin. Instead, he hid in the shadows, internalized the “insult” and made it as a personal affront towards him.
As Tallahassee would say in one of my favorite films of this year: “Nut up or shut up.”
As you’ll hear from the first part of this video, Russell says this: “Jaison was really upset with Ben. He took things very personal. I really think that if Ben would have stayed, Jaison would have quit the game. Now, what kind of man is that?”
I am in complete agreement with Russell. Speaking of Zombieland, I’d probably be one of the faithful acolytes to blindly follow someone like Russell in a post-apocalyptic landscape. Archetypes like Russell are the ones who will truly help you out in any kind of apocalypse — just as long as you don’t cross them… Being led by a Jaison will lead to something like this:
ME: Jaison, look at that zombie trash!
JAISON: You are so ignorant. You have no concept of their past history and how they have been portrayed as evil by the whole living human race! Why do you purposely have to say spiteful and hateful words?
Russell, on the other hand, would just kick the living crap out of the zombies. But maybe that’s just me romanticizing this sneaky SOB. 😉
Anyway, I’m possibly overanalyzing Russell, but his usage of the word “hope” is very calculated. As in, Barack Obama-calculated. Devious, Russell. Devious.
So Russell’s on to his next strategy: dump his allegiance with Jaison and forge a new one with one of his “dumb ass girls,” Natalie. Russell is definitely crude and insensitive with his comments, but are people forgetting that this game is called “Survivor”? Hell, if you placed Satan and Jesus on the island, guess who’ll win? Well, Jesus will probably win considering he has unlimited immunity since he cannot die at all. Come to think of it, who’s the sneakiest of the two then? -_^
Anyway, so what’s great about the scene between Natalie and Russell? Ah, pictures speak louder than words…
No, sir, Mr. Hantz, sir. You are also beyond handsome with that pretty face, devilish smile, and mesmerizing eyes…
Anyway, not Russell-related, but I gotta comment on my other favorite, Shambo…
Damn, Sham! You were beyond horrible this time around. You mean well, yet things just don’t seem to go your way. And, really, I’ve lost some love for you the way you handled the two chickens…
My love actually got transferred to Natalie now as at least she knew how to humanely carry an animal. I then started laughing at your comments of chickens requiring fresh water and at your hilarious “chicken-talk” to calm them down. Seriously, I’m surprised they even survived your mishandling of them. And it wasn’t even a surprise that one of the chickens flew away. The funnier part is that the chicken who flew away was the chicken whose poor wings you manhandled… But despite of that, I still want to see more of you, Shambo. Just be kinder to the animals, m’kay?
And, by the way, I’m starting to develop some interest in the other Russell…
And, wow, I’m surprised that the other Russell actually voted for his princess, Yasmine. Didn’t see that one coming…
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A little bit busy today so I don’t have any Russell Hantz screenshots from last night’s episode of Survivor: Samoa. But here is practically all of his delicious scenes from last night… (It’s unfortunate that he doesn’t have his gray boxer briefs anymore.)
To those who have been watching the show, I would like to have a discussion with the decision to vote Ben out instead of Ashley…
My opinion? Ben was the right person to be voted out; however, he was voted out for the wrong reason. He was voted out simply because of the “ghetto trash” comment he made at Yasmin from the second episode. Ben is definitely a jerk of all spades, but he was verbally abused by Yasmin who was aggressive and rude from the get-go. She had it coming, Ben got defensive and blurted out a term to hurt her, then the “race card” was used by Jaison to ridiculous levels.
Russell was pretty much overpowered by Jaison as it’s very dangerous waters to tread on a sensitive issue. I personally found it a bit humorous to get all bent out of shape to bring up racism and discrimination in a “survival of the fittest/wiliest/etc”-type of game then play up the sympathy card for someone using the term “ghetto trash.”
How about you win the game now simply because you are a minority?
Though “ghetto trash” might not be the best of thing to say, I’m sure if Yasmin called him “white trash,” there won’t be any backlash against her. I’m just getting sick and tired of the hypocrisy that we live through every day. One racism or any “ism” is better over the other simply because of their “history” (a comment that Jaison made boldly known at Tribal Council).
Anyway, I’m a bit peeved off because Russell’s plan was overpowered by Jaison’s “whiny bitching” (yes, I went there). Nevertheless, the show’s getting a lot more interesting with this turn of events. I just hope Russell makes it all the way… with Shambo, of course…
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Now if there is a face that makes you want to describe as a “bullgoon,” then my dear friends that above photo of Stephen Peterman is a perfect example. I finally got to know who he was; I once posted his “unknown” photo here: Sometimes, You Just Wanna Say “Awwww”… But as a refresher, here is that unknown favorite photo again…
Speaking of LSU Tigers, chubby wonder twins John Goodman and Paul Rae are huge fans.
Stephen Peterman was then drafted by the Dallas Cowboys but he is currently playing for the Detroit Lions. Speaking of which, Detroit just got their first win yesterday, ending their 19-game losing streak (they haven’t won since December 23, 2007).
If you haven’t seen the second episode of Survivor: Samoa, then I need to warn you that you will be entering spoilers territory…
Russell Hantz stole the show again. He’s this odd mixture of being simultaneously endearing and despicable while being wrapped up in a deliciously huscular goonish build. Anyway, looks like he got his way again and it’s really hard to hate a guy who was so persistent in finding a hidden immunity idol that when he actually found it, you can’t help but cheer for him (even if you do hate this guy with a passion). I was literally grinning from ear to ear when he found it right in front of everyone.
So here’s a clip of that moment, as well as the start of his personal alliance with Jaison. This could be the beginning of Russell’s undoing as Jaison doesn’t appear to be naive as he appears to be…
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The only time I would watch Survivor is if there’s a bearish guy in the cast (such as Rupert Boneham, Judd Sergeant, Tom Buchanan, and Billy Garcia). Thanks to Brunobear, I was informed that a brutish bull was in the show. Ever the skeptic, I then investigated the CBS.com link Brunobear shared with me. Needless to say, I was instantly convinced and immediately fell in love with this short and thick musclebear, Russell Hantz. He totally reminds me of a smaller version of pro-wrestler, Bulldog Raines, and especially Gerard Benderoth, which is a bonus in my book.
So I watched the first episode and, by golly, he’s a slimy, conniving, dirty rotten scoundrel. In other words, I freaking love him! CBS touted him as the “biggest villain in Survivor history” and they were not kidding. He stole this season’s opener with his treacherous tactics, misogynistic and un-PC comments, and his unbelievably spectacular beefy body. Best part? He’s shirtless in most of his scenes, wearing only his sweat-stained and dirty loose boxer briefs. It’s also crazy to know that this man is a 36 year-old multi-millionaire and that he’s only in the game to prove just how easy it is to win it. What a freaking character! I hope that this evil bullgoon goes all the way to the end. (Though I must add that I somewhat want to see Shambo — the lady with the “3-pound mullet” — reach the end as well.)
Here’s a short clip as to how diabolical and dastardly this stunning musclegoon can get…
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Joell Ortiz is a Puerto Rican rapper who specializes in freestyle. I am not truly a big fan of freestyling, but I do respect the art of improvising hip hop lyrics. And, maybe I’m biased, but I have listened to a number of Joell Ortiz’s music and I can safely say that he is a master of his craft. Perhaps the eye candy of such a husky and stocky Latino is clouding my vision? Well, you guys decide for yourself. Here are a couple of music videos from Mr. Ortiz. (Check out his blog, which is written by other bloggers and Mr. Ortiz himself — just read the “Tags”… We’re using the same WordPress template. Word up.)
This one is my favorite. It’s titled, Good Times.
Here are some photos (courtesy of Natty Photography) from the making of Memories…
You’ll notice that Joell likes to wear a wifebeater a lot. Here is a NSFW interview of him just wearing a black tanktop. Gadzooks! This Brooklyn Bullgoon definitely has thick arms and a massive chest.
Currently, Joell Ortiz is part of a hip-hop supergroup called Slaughterhouse… Joell reminds me of Yankees pitcher, C.C. Sabathia, in this album cover.
This first song that they have released is very radio-friendly, in my opinion (even with the explicit lyrics). I expected their songs to be a bit more hardcore, but maybe this is that introduction song to draw audiences in. In fact, Joell’s lyrics are a bit “subdued,” for lack of a better word. Still, he knows how to flow with his rhymes and, as a bonus, he’s wearing a wifebeater on a couple of scenes…
What is it with rap and blood? Check out Spain’s Panzers’ album cover…
Ah, Bullneck, how I envy thee, let me count the ways… Well, Bullneck has finally achieved his dream and met up with the one and only Gerard Benderoth. And the generous Bullneck has shared with us jaw-droppingly awesome hiqh-quality photos of this spectacular behemoth. Seriously, this is an amazing gift. He has truly captured the magnificent beauty of this strongman.
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“Thank Grizzly It’s Friday” is back. But this time, it’s just going to be a weekly post of random stuff, and sometimes sprinkled with my random ramblings. Come on, I know you love ’em! *groans* 😯
About the above photo. First of all, I’m not sure if that amateur wrestler is in college or not. If he’s a high school wrestler, well then, all I can say is that I did not know he was under 21, officer.
Anyway, the reason for my posting him is due to my usage of the word “bullpup.” After returning from my self-imposed exile from the gay bear universe a few years ago, I started to notice these newer “bear-related” terminologies: “bull,” “bullgoon,” “bullpup,” “goon,” “bullneck,” “brute,” “lugs,” and other similar-sounding terms (as well as sites/blogs and groups, such as “Real Thick”). Bullneck was definitely the one that popularized this even though he might say otherwise.
But then again, perhaps the popular Football Biggins website was the one that started this subculture.
“But, Will,” you might interject. “The bear community is already a subculture in itself.” I will then reply, “That’s correct. I’m referring to the “brutes/bulls” as a subculture within the “bear subculture.” The bear subculture is predominantly “owned” by the gay bears themselves, and to some extent their admirers who don’t quite fit the mold of your typical “bear” or “cub.” Either way, the overwhelming members are gay men.
However, I feel that the “brutes” and the “bulls” are descriptions that tend to welcome straight men and women alike into our bear community. The admiration from such “brutish” and “bullish” men tend to be on the less pornographic side. Now this is based on what I have seen from my online travels. Of course, such men who possess such builds are still being sexually commented on, but oftentimes, their photos and videos are on the tame side.
[from Men In Full]
Then there is this overlap. There are chubby chasers, as well as daddy admirers. Those two specific types will always be in their unique “niche.” They are a subculture of their own for which the bear community have embraced. As the bear community did so, so did the “brutes and bulls” admirers: musclechubs and brutish daddies came to be. Well, became more prominent than ever, that is.
So do I have any point from all this? Nothing really. I just wanted to talk about the evolution of our loves for “big men.” I guess that’s the Greatest Common Denominator that all of us would agree on. Gay men to straight women, we are all attracted to “larger than typical-sized” men.
But then again, there are folks in the bear community who just like furry men, regardless of shape and weight. Unfortunately, at that point, I have failed that class and don’t have any viable discourse on the subject. ^_^
And I also haven’t even touched upon the bears’ S&M/bondage fetish and the bulls’ uniform fetish. Again, it’s interesting to see where the parallel lies: one is more sexually explicit while the other is not so much. Of course, that is just a generalization and not a complete fact.
What do you think of this? Am I wrong with my analysis or am I spending way too much time on something that doesn’t need to be explored? Or do you have a favorite term that you tend to describe our big bears, chubs, daddies, and brutes? If so, please share!
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Enough of my rambling. Please visit and join the BearMythology Message Board.
The following is just a sampling of what’s being discussed this week. (I also plan on creating a members-only forum where I will post some scandalous photos and videos that I can only keep behind virtual closed doors… I will do everything in my power to make you join, goshdangit!) 😳
links to the best Flickr Photostream
Finally, I got to post a Shirtless Saturday edition of the fantastically bullgoonish, Ludovic Berthillot. Thanks to Y (the resident Ludovic Berthillot expert), he pointed us to this short film called The Venus Project. He shows up at the 8:26 mark.
Warning: Boobie shots at that moment as well (lol, I totally missed them).
Check out more screenshots of a shirtless LB on the bearmythology Flickr Photostream.
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I have reminisced a couple of times about a childhood crush of mine, Bud Spencer, in this blog. Today, I will be talking about another big crush; he is a Filipino actor who typically played the role of a bad guy or — to keep up with the theme of Goonday Moonday — a goon. His name is Bomber Moran and he made me realize just how wonderful the “chubby” physique was, how erotic it was when the chubby man role-played a villainous goon, and how even sexier if his big belly got punched (gut punch, specifically, and all in the name of role-playing, that is).
As a child in the Philippines, I would eagerly watch Bomber Moran in the theaters or rent his movies in Betamax. And when Betamax was replaced by VHS, I continued to rent his movies as well in the ’90s. But it was his ’80s and early ’90s films that made a tremendous impact on me. He was oftentimes this huggable lug of a bad guy that you just can’t help but root for him. But, then again, that was probably just me. I remember my confusion for wanting to hug the big chubby Bomber while at the same time, I ached to see his beautiful belly (I guess you can call it my “shirtless” fetish) as well as hoping to see it get punched. And not just once, but repeatedly.
Bad enough that I was ashamed about my gay feelings, but I was confused and also ashamed for wanting to see such a handsome man get beat up (you guys can read up on my BearBeat fetish as well). But even as a child, I knew that I did not get “excited” when the beatdown was real. It had to be role-played, such as on film/television or on the pro-wrestling ring. Still, to this day, I am very much confused as to why I get aroused by it. I would still search online for “gut punching” (as well as “ball busting”) and would get turned off by big guys really getting their bellies punched for real, to the point that their stunning body temples turned black and red and bruised. Just not erotic at all, in my personal opinion.
Bomber Moran was not a typical Filipino. Most Filipinos are fairly slim and men like Mr. Moran would definitely just stand out for me. As a child, most big men were foreigners, so whenever I would see someone that looked like Bomber in the Philippines, it would be both Christmas and Lent: I would get an awesome Christmas present but I could never open it. I still remember wishing that I had a hidden camera so that I could take a photo of him then store the photos in my scrapbook. Lol. Years later, here I am, blogging about it. It’s really pretty rad when I think about it. Yes. I said “rad.”
Check out the above blurry screenshot. I mean, just look at it. Since I’m assuming that you’re reading this and made it this far, then you know just how marvelous that image is. We all communicate on the same level where we are just completely mesmerized and wowed by such a shot. All of our senses are in complete harmony and disarray while our pupils dilate at something we wish could touch, smell, and even taste.
So, to me, that’s who Bomber Moran was. He passed away in 2004 which makes me reflect on how human life is just a series of repetition which would then recycle again but in various forms via differing generations and idealogies. That image of a Bomber Moran will reappear again somewhere. And the very concept of someone admiring that Bomber Moran will also co-exist somewhere at another time. And, of course, the simple-minded, hating bigots will also be there as well — always ready to criticize our immorality and downright “wrongness.”
How’s that for a sudden change in discussion? Yeah, I’ve been reflecting a lot about my life lately and I really wish that I could just stop with that and just enjoy life for what it is. Unfortunately, I’m just an inactive philosopher… 🙂
Anyway, now on to the great stuff. Here are three Bomber Moran video clips I have uploaded in YouTube:
In this video, Bomber is shirtless as he just got out of the shower. He asks his help (Vic Sotto) to make him some milk. As this was a slapstick comedy, Vic mixes up the liquid make-up with coffee cream. Or something like that. I don’t really know nor care. ^_^ Anyway, so he drinks it and he ends up showing us his marvelous belly.
I have already posted the animated gif of this multiple gut punching scene at the top of this post. Anyway, this is from the same film as above. This time, one of the maids got the best of the Big Bomber as she unleashes a flurry of gut punches on Mr. Moran. I just love the really fake and exaggerated gut punching sounds.
And, finally, this was a video that I’ve been hunting for everywhere. Thank goodness that a fellow Filipino uploaded the whole movie for Kambal Na Kamao. Unfortunately, he/she used a camcorder to video tape the TV, so it’s quite blurry… Anyway, if you watched the original version, the gut punching scene was edited so badly that the “good stuff” was always getting interrupted. Thanks to the robust power of Windows Movie Maker, I was able to stitch Bomber’s gut punching scene with no interruptions. The result? Wow. Just wow. Yes, I’m admiring my own work. Lol. Anyway, it’s just so awesome seeing Bomber get his judogi get slowly stripped away as we see his glorious, sweaty chubby body (yes, I can still see the sweat glisten through the VHS noises). I love to see just how helpless he is as the boxer, Rolando Rohol, does great work with punching Bomber’s belly.
If you can, go ahead and watch the original video. You’ll see how Bomber has the upper hand throughout the first part of the fight. He did a great job selling his bad guy persona. And then, finally, when the payoff finally hit, where he gets his just desserts, it ends up being all so orgasmic. Maybe not to most, but definitely to certain folk just like myself.
Anyway, these are three other Bomber Moran films that I have been desperately searching for. I’m posting it here for that little chance that someone actually knows, or even better, has one or all of these must-have Bomber Moran films…
Chinatown: Sa Kuko Ng Dragon – This was a “Bloodsport” clone and starred Ramon “Bong” Revilla, Jr. (who is a husky bear himself). Bomber shows up in the first scene where he was the first “evil” fighter in the ring. He is shirtless and wearing suspenders that supported a baggy-looking pants. Both of his arms get tied up at one point and the good guy (not sure who it was), punches him repeatedly on the gut then on his family jewels. There is this photo of Professor Toru Tanaka which resembles that scene I’m talking about…
Magbiro Ka Sa Lasing, Huwag Sa Bagong Gising – This was an ’80s comedy that starred Chiquito. Bomber got shirtless in this scene and tries to make advances towards a “hot” lady. The lady then stops his aggressive advances by tickling him. Needless to say, that was pretty hot. Anyway, later in the film, he gets gut punched repeatedly by Chiquito.
I.S.W.A.K. – I am not even sure as to what the exact title is. It’s supposed to be a pun on S.W.A.T. teams. So the title might be “S.W.A.K.” Unfortunately, only the Tagalog-speaking folk would understand the joke by having the “I” before the rest of the acronyms. Anyway, if there’s one video I would love to acquire from this list, this would be it. He is always shirtless on all of his scenes and is only wearing shorts (I think it was jeans). He plays the leader of a terrorist group and he would spend most of his time walking around and taunting the prisoners. I remember how erotic it was to see him practically naked while the hot sun caused his body to glisten in sweat. At one point, Redford White (the hero), finally captures Bomber Moran; and Bomber, for some reason, gets cornered on a big tree while Redford wraps a rope on poor shirtless Bomber. Seriously, I really believe that the director or writer was exactly like me. This movie was a full-blown chubby bear dream come true.
I’m hoping against hope that someone will one day upload those videos somewhere or even sell them. I want many people to know or remember Bomber Moran. Thank you for all of the entertainment, Bomber. Thank you.
Just finished watching the third episode of HBO’s True Blood Season 2 and I’m loving it so far. Chris Bauer could have gone shirtless on two occasions yet the writers always managed to squash such perfect opportunities (the dancing in Merlotte’s Bar and Maryann’s bacchanalia). Anyway, this post is not about Mr. Bauer, but about Patrick Gallagher. He hasn’t done much yet in the show and I’m hoping that he does something really cool soon. Unfortunately, I’m composing this post from an internet kiosk (I’m currently on vacation, so I will be scarce though I’ll try to post whenever I can). Anyway, here are photos and a video of Patrick Gallagher…
I rarely post on Sundays, but I figure I change all that by forcing me to work with a theme. Hence, the nonsensical “BearSong Sunday” was born. And let me start things off with the underrated Samiam singing Mudhill. Great song, even greater video, and a much greater-looking lead singer: Jeff Beebout. I can’t seem to find their official website though they do have a MySpace page. In their missing official site, each group member posted a unique biography of himself and, needless to say, Jeff’s bio was my favorite. It was written in a style that I’ve been trying to emulate to this day. Anyway, I only mentioned that because what’s going on in the video is very similar to what he had said on his bio: painfully and achingly sad with a touch of absurdist humor.
Jeff Beebout does not only possess an amazing voice, he also bears the bullgoon face that I tend to get attracted to. He may not be large or even husky, but it doesn’t negate the fact that he’s oozing with manly sexiness.
Here’s another person who resembles Jeff Beebout: Steve Zandi. Steve is a co-lip singer of Harry Laos in their rendition of Chicago’s Hard Habit To Break. Harry Laos used to have a YouTube page that I subscribed to a few years ago but it’s been taken down. Anyway, his friend Steve Zandi were in some of the videos and quite possibly the one main reason I subscribed to Harry’s page. Anyway, as I have managed to save some of his videos, I uploaded one in DailyMotion and it appears to not have been deleted yet.
Thanks to Y for updating me on this trailer from an old LB post
Film Review: Le Roi de l’evasion
By Duane Byrge, May 19, 2009 05:57 ET
Bottom Line: A slapstick sex comedy on midlife, gay angst.
CANNES — What’s it like to be gay, middle-aged and a traveling tractor salesman in the French boondocks? Clearly, not tres grande. That’s the recipe for this ripe, mid-life crisis comedy about sexual and political mores.
Playing in the Directors’ Fornight, “Le Roi de l’evasion” stars Lucovic Berthillot as Armand, a pudgy solid citizen who has tired of the “gay scene,” such as it is, in his small town. Armand is depressed, napping on the job and binge eating. He’s turned 40 and his life is going nowhere. His employer suggests a vacation, but it’s a chance “rescue” of a 16-year-old girl that snaps him back — or backward, as his friends see it.
After paying off teen thugs to stop harassing a pretty teen, Curly, Armand becomes an unlikely white-knight. The nubile girl develops a huge crush on him and makes strong sexual advances.
Down to story briefs, filmmaker Alain Guiraudie has crafted an amusing and often perceptive comedy about middle-aged gay angst, and he’s stroked it with the most incendiary comic catalyst — the gay man tries to transform his life by becoming bisexual. At the same time, Curly is trying to escape her repressive parents, and latching onto a older male is an obvious outlet.
As one might expect with such a mis-matched pairing, things don’t go swimmingly. However, In this amusement, it makes for some funny, farcical sex as the pudgy Armand and the libidinous school-girl rut around in the woods, unable to truly consummate. The incongruity of it all soon wears thin, as do some other weightier issues — age of consent, civic hypocrisy, simplistic sex-offender laws — that are sprayed into the mix but never coalesce. Unfortunately, Guiraudie merely titillates with these issues, and the film loses potency as the extreme premise ultimately droops.
What keeps it going are the strong performances. As the befuddled Armand, Ludovic Berthillot is sympathetic, while Hafsia Herzi sizzles as the rebellious schoolgirl.
“Le Roi” is most potent in its visual comedy. A series of scenes in which town officials partake of some sort of super root in the woods and then become outrageously aroused, shedding their clothes and performing sexual solos on the spot, are hilarious. Ultimately, “Le Roi de l’ Evasion” evades its more serious underside for its momentary farcical romps.
Middle-aged gay angst? Wow, it looks like a movie tailored for the likes of me. I definitely can’t wait to see it. Here are more photos of the amazingly woofy Ludovic Berthillot…
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Greg (owner of the Brotherhood of Bears Yahoo Group) has unloaded another spectacular photo set of bears, brutes, and goons this past weekend. One particular set caught my attention and appears to be what has convinced me to purchase the CD Photo Set from MuscleSportsMedia by Derek Weller… It’s none other than “The White Rhino” and original bullgoon model, Gerard Benderoth…
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Wow. Talk about bonus. As I continued to research for more info on Ludovic Berthillot and his goonish good looks, I stumbled upon a photo of him shirtless! I almost fainted, ’cause I’m gay like that. I also got a program that resizes jpegs without losing too much quality and I used it to experiment on Ludovic’s shirtless photo. Here it is and enjoy…
Also the previous photos from part 1 of this Goonday Moonday post apparently came from a 15-minute film: Block (it’s not even listed in IMDB). Filmmaker Yvan Georges-dit-soudril’s MySpace for this film is here.
And here’s a 1 minute preview of Block.
By the way, here are some more Berthillot goon-ness… When I first saw this photo, I told myself, “Self, I think this is Bloodrayne or maybe the sequel; or maybe it’s Drag Queen night at the Eagles.”
Apparantly, it’s from a film called Bloody Mallory which has been called a Buffy The Vampire Slayer-ripoff. I haven’t seen it, and since I’m a lover of crappy cinema, this is definitely on my to-watch list.
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