…because as you know, contradictions are the spice of life; or probably not that at all. It depends on your perspective really. Take the feminine form for example; athletic and or toned to be specific. Time sacrifice and motivation are just a few of the admiral qualities that go into obtaining this. And the women that have this focus are awesome in my estimation, and I’ve had this viewpoint for as long as I can remember.
You could say it started as a kid. Back then I was high energy and nerdy, little having changed, and as the last of five with only one sister; when she was in high school she was a cheerleader and had friends in gymnastics. Sometimes she’d go to their practices, and lucky her she got to schlep me around! From there I found myself captivated quickly by the logic defying dances and moves.
With that being where it began, I found a surprising component in expressing my genuine appreciation toward the fit \ flexible \ active women that put many levels of skill motivation and effort into being their awesome selves… Which is of course, I must be gay.
From high school to college, the workforce to the gym life, I have found that I’m generally in the minority of guys with this view. However because I’m thick skinned, I take the chop busting in stride and laugh along with it. Family and friends are the same pretty much. Love that sculpted core on a woman you say? You must enjoy antiquing! Awestruck by women that are flexible and can contort into amazing yoga poses? Here’s a rainbow bumper sticker for your car. (Emphasis to establish pattern.)
Now it’s the stereotypical gym rats that make me laugh the most. For example; I was talking with a buddy and another guy at the gym. As this yoga panted lass walked by, the dude said how he’d love to do X Y or Z. Yeah fine, sure; best 30 seconds of his life no doubt. He took note of her various curves, and again rolled eyes were had by myself and friend.
Either way I’m an eye guy first, and saying as much was the first signal flare. Then when I complimented how fit she was , that’s when the questions began. And the last straw was when my buddy and I agreed that she had a great smile. The other guy did some weird move and said in so many words “bro you’re tripping” (though I was stationary at that moment) and I just shrugged; commenting that I like a toothy smile. (I brought up Nancy Kerrigan, which naturally confused him, as I realized he wasn’t even alive in 92 whereas I was 10!)
Now I suppose this observation is more of a gripe session, but the point should hopefully be clear…. This guy (and others over the years) would never criticize these examples of like, awesomeness; especially to their faces. Yet at the same time, sometimes in the same sentence, they go from commenting on how hot they are to haranguing me because of my preferences and reasoning for agreement. (Not to mention the surprising amount of body shaming that women of this type sustain, from all quarters; but that’s for another post!)
Anyway, allow me to end on a quote from the canceled too soon sitcom The League. It’s related to a gay doctor talking to one of the characters he thinks is confused about his sexuality when he really isn’t. The doctor asks; “…your wife, does she have say, an athletic figure?” The answer is yes, to which the character sighs… Not that there’s anything wrong with that.