Friday, December 28, 2012

The Anatomy of Female Bodybuilding


(Group Pose From 2012 Olympia - Featuring Winner Iris Kyle, Alina Popa, Debi Laszewski, Yaxeni Oriquen-Garcia, Brigita Brezovac and Sheila Bleck)

Most of you should know by now, that either by the subjects of some of my stories or by my facebook posts; that I am a fan of International Female Bodybuilding, or IFBB for short. Female bodybuilding is nothing new, it has gone back several decades and has just now, like so many obscurities in our society; just hit the mainstream. Upon looking at the roster of competitors in the Olympia 2012, I found that the majority of them were from right here in the United States.

Of course, the mainstream media has done it's job of brainwashing the vast majority, showing them that men are supposed to look one way and women the other. Lean women are supposed to be the pinnacle of female beauty, while muscle-bound men are supposed to be the pinnacle of male beauty. These dictums go back all of the way into the early 1900's and the very birth of advertising. Of course, one could credit images like "Rosie The Riveter" to be the start of the rise of female empowerment, the piece showing a woman with her bicep flexed and looking very much in the image of a man.

(Rosie The Riveter - Well known for
being a symbol of female empowerment)

In the 80's, the bodybuilding film Pumping Iron released and just a few years later, it's successor Pumping Iron II: The Women released. This film was in particular released around the birth of female bodybuilding, where there was a great deal of debate about what the term "muscle woman" actually meant. It seemed hard for the judges in that film (which was more like a documentary or early-reality show) to determine what it was that defined both female beauty and female masculinity - in essence; what separated a muscle woman from the standard idea of a muscleman.

(Pumping Iron II - This rare film debued with the beginnings of the sport and helped
to introduce an entire world to female muscle.)


Alas, a woman by the name of Cory Everson came along and showed the world that women with muscles were indeed sexy and she became well known for it, even getting a slot on ESPN's early morning workout block where millions of Americans woke up and exercised along with her, myself included.

(Cory Everson, who made muscular women sexy in the media's eye
and reinvented the entire sport in doing so. She also grabbed several
championship titles during her reign.)

Fast forward to now, and the fetish-laden internet and we'll see that sthenolagnia fetishists or "muscle-worshippers" have dominated the sport, even keeping it alive in some aspects. The women do not necessarily make much from the competitions, but have definitely been able to turn a profit with cam-shows, muscle videos, and even situations in which an individual will pay one of these women an exorbitant amount of money for an hour long "muscle-worship" session.

(Megan And Jennifer Scarpetta - Two Ladies Synonymous
With Muscle Worship Sessions Among Others On www.musclegirlzlive.com)

All this frivolity being said, we cannot forget the most important part of the Female bodybuilding lifestyle; which is the sport itself. What most people don't seem to understand is that these women spend an exponential amount of time at the gym all in the attempt to chisel, sculpt, carve and build themselves for the next competition. Of these competitions there are several, with the Arnold Classic and Ms. Olympia being the major events. (Additionally, these events also cater to fitness modeling; which is aesthetically more pleasing to the eye of the mainstream individual.)

(Alina Popa Working hard at the gym. Muscles like that take plenty of time, hard work, a clean diet and sacrifice.)
But as I've said, these women spend more time at the gym than they do at home and they are forced to stick to their diets; no matter what may sound appetizing to them at the time. It's just like any other sport and requires a strict diet, that a majority of people couldn't handle. I remember one woman saying "I've even so much chicken that I think I'll be able to fly!" as chicken (not fried either, folks) is a mainstay food of the FBB diet along with protein shakes and other such foodstuffs that one would refer to as "rabbit food." But that's all apart of the sacrifice to build the perfect body. Supplements and "grey area substances" are also used, but it is a competition in which one should utilize every facet available in order to succeed.












(Not eating pizza every so often is something that these women
 have to sacrifice every day. What about ice cream? Nope. Candy?
Nope. Fast Food? You're joking, right? Not even a bag of chips,
and certainly not cookies.)

Nevertheless, the amount of work that these women put into themselves is striking. Watching a competition is almost electrifying, as these muscle-bound titans walk the stage and enamor one with the effect of rippling muscles and statuesque definition. If you've never seen a competition where these women walk the stage, it's truly awe-inspiring as I've never seen anything like it. Women with such Herculean muscles are almost unimaginable, something that seems out of this world entirely - but I can assure you that you'll never forget the image, whether it amazes, horrifies, or simply confounds you.

(Iris Kyle posing at the Olympia. She was truly striking, towering over the other women with such size and muscle. If nothing else, it's truly remarkable to see a woman with so much power.)

Now, there are some rumors that I will address about the sport. One of them is the main idea that "many of these women used to be men." Which is simply not true. While such enhancements can make a woman seem more masculine, it does not mean that they must be a man in order to carry that kind of physique. Some of them even model nude, so if you need that sort of verification; you can be my guest.

Another misconception is that female bodybuilders "aren't women" because they look like men. For some odd reason, the general populous doesn't expect the female bodybuilder to act like that of a woman. Which perplexes me. But I will assure you that all of the things that "normal women" would enjoy are also enjoyed by FBB's. Everything from long walks, sappy romance movies/romance novels, soap operas, cuddly pictures of animals, candle-lit dinners and going out to the club to dance (if time permits) are enjoyed by these women just as much as any other woman. The only thing I wouldn't do is bring them chocolate. Maybe just the flowers, gentlemen.


There has also been a belief that these women have a hard time finding dates because of "muscle intimidation" but I have also found this to be simply not true. While I would certainly believe that there are some insecure men out there, not all men are afraid of powerful women and seem to embrace them. Some of these seem to wind-up in crazy one-night stand sessions, but there are most certainly those who wind up falling in love with and marrying these women.

From the looks of the internet, it would seem that there are several silent admirers of these women as well, but they seem content to admire from afar like gazing at some unobtainable jewel, which will most certainly be obtained by another because one can only admire for so long before another man or woman takes the admired "jewel" for themselves. We live in a society where if someone wants something they must put forth the effort. Most men are single in general because they don't ever go up to a woman and start small talk -  not a pickup line. Quite simply, I'd find that walking up to one of these fine women at a club and telling them how much you admire their body of work and dedication might be a good start. After all, they sacrifice EVERYTHING to get where they are; so complimenting them surely couldn't hurt. You might be surprised as to what happens next!



(Debi Laszewski posing for the camera. Yes, you too can be with a woman like this
if you act like a decent gentleman and not a slobbering dog. lol)

At any rate, the scene of female bodybuilding (which is not exclusive to America by the way) is an interesting athletic scene composed of females who prove that every day they can not only do the work and achieve the body that mainstream society expects of a man, but they can surpass it and become bulging titans of muscle in their own right. It takes a lot of work, a proper diet and time at the gym that you'll never get back - but just like any other sport, it's something one does with dedication. Whether you're training for the NFL or the next EVO fighting game tournament - training, sacrifice, and dedication is required. It's just not something that can be obtained overnight.

I hope that after reading this, you'll have a greater appreciation for muscle women, or as they're professionally called - International Female Bodybuilders. If you would like to see some of these girls in action, you can go to:

www.usamusclewomen.com, www.femalemuscle.com, www.hermuscles.com, www.herbiceps.com and several other sites and blogs dedicated to these women around the world.

Maybe you will also discover, that muscle is sexy. And I'd like to thank the women who I've shared this with before the post - IFBB Dana Richards and Steven-Kristine Mele! Thanks for your support!


Saturday, December 22, 2012

Return Of The Krampus! (A Holiday Tale)

The Return Of The Krampus



Saint Nicholas was quite a merry soul, but he rarely gave out any coal. Year by year he'd deliver toys, to undeserving girls and boys. They would curse at that parents and torture their peers, not eat their vegetables and even drink beer!
And as time passed, they wanted more and more - the elves couldn't produce these fancy gizmos and were forced to buy them from stores!
Every generation got worse and worse, a child couldn't speak to their mother without uttering a curse. There was no time to spend with dear old dad, because of how much online fun they'd had - they made some laugh, and made some cry, they even made some take their own lives!
Yet the good old Saint delivered to them their game consoles and phones, things that he could never see a use for at home. The orders piled in, they piled in with a fervor; the elves ran out of stock and had to import from China!
But deep at the bottom of the North pole, therein lies a very old soul. Older than man, in the core of the earth - that is where the Krampus lurked. He'd watch them by night and he'd watch them by day; he'd watch them with such an unnerving display - he knew it was time to come out of hiding; by Saint Nicholas's list he was no longer abiding.
"He won't call them naughty, he won't call them nice. He won't give them coal, so he'll pay the price!" The Krampus thundered as he removed himself from his seat. "There's so many rotten children, that need to be beat!"
So the Krampus opened a brazen old chest, and searched for the paddle that he liked the best. He blew off the dust that caked up over the years, and examined the handle for cracks and tears.
He observed the craftsmanship of such a beast, and it was worthy of discussion over a feast. He met with the Saint on that cold winter day, to discuss the atrocities of the new age.
"What happened to toy trains, dolls and little wooden cars? Now they want these devices, and I don't even know what they are!"
Saint Nicholas was beside himself with grief. "They don't even deserve these things, they don't deserve them in the least!"
The Krampus spoke up while in front of his plate of ham. "Quite frankly, this generation doesn't give half a damn!"
"But I have a plan to straighten their spines." He said with a grin. "I'll show them the true meaning of discipline!"
Saint Nicholas knew well what had happened last time, when the horrible demon had made a deal with him. He'd creep up on the children snug soundly in bed, and he'd scare them awake and beat them nearly to death!
Sometimes he'd carry around a big iron pot, and warn them that he enjoyed eating children, he enjoyed it a lot!
Despite such torture, the portly man knew that if discipline didn't come to these brats, they'd probably wind up in a zoo!
"I'll make you a deal; you old demon, you! If you'll keep the punishment light, then we'll both leave by sleigh at a quarter till two."
The Krampus grinned wildly and shook the good saint's hand,
thinking of all the wonderful torture he'd planned. He'd string them up by their ears and he'd bronzen their butts, he'd put salt in their eyes and he'd sour their guts!
Nothing too rough and nothing too vile; but it just might teach them to mind every once in a while.
The clock had struck just a quarter after one, when the Krampus was still loading up his big bag of fun. Saint Nicholas's bag of goodies this year was slim, but the Krampus's bag nearly towered over him.
"I'm certain that there are plenty of naughty girls and boys." The Krampus said looking at his oversized bag of demented joys.
But Saint Nicholas replied, "Careful there demon, as I've still got some toys!"
Both of the bags barely fit into the sleigh, but while the Krampus was smiling, Santa held onto a look of dismay.
"How many of them are you looking to beat?" The jolly old man asked as the sleigh began to lift.
"I'll paddle each and every child who deserves not a treat!"
Though his methods were cruel and his punishment strict, a look of relief passed over old Saint Nick. He'd summoned the demon a long time ago, to punish the children that he hadn't the heart to give coal.
Little Bobby and Julie were the first house on the block, they dreamed of electronic gizmos, but that's not what they got. First he appeared in the boy's bedroom with some old kind of trick, he removed the blanket and saw that the boy was absent.
"What kind of child could be up at this hour?" he said as wondered throughout the house. "Don't they know that if they don't sleep, we'll never deliver?"
But there was the boy with his hands on a computer machine, he was absorbed in a world that the Krampus had never seen. The screen showed a knight as he slaughtered a beast, but the Krampus didn't approve of this action, he didn't approve of it in the least.
He picked the boy up and turned him around, found that the once entranced youth had developed a frown.
"Why are you interrupting my game?" the boy said looking glum.
"Because I am the Krampus and your discipline time, it has come!"
The Krampus ordered him to pull down his pants as he pulled out his paddle, and he beat the boy's bum until it was as red as an apple. He cried and cried again and again, saying "This isn't Christmas, where's good old Saint Nick?"
"Ah, but this is the gift that you deserve - it's two in the morning and you should be asleep, you nasty little kid!"
But this was only half of the Krampus's job, as little Julie still lied awake on a device that kept going off. It rattled and buzzed and rattled some more, it tortured the Krampus's ears and he couldn't take anymore.
He burst into her room, but she wasn't even aware of his presence. "If you're still awake, you'll never get your presents!"
"Fuck off, you freak!" the young girl said rough and coarse. "If you don't leave right now, then I'll call the police force!"
"What horrible language for a child your age!"
"I can talk however I want, now go the fuck away!"
But the Krampus didn't take well to her idle threats, and she was too horrible for a beating, what with language like that!
He called out a familiar object out from his bag, a big iron pot with a thick rope of thread. Towering over the girl, he lifted her tiny body like that of a cup, and despite her harsh utterings he was able to seal her right up.
He tied the lid down two or three times, then flicked his clawed finger to test the strength of the bind. She wouldn't die, for there were several small holes at the bottom, but she would think next time before she hit rock bottom.
"You do not curse a beast such as me, or next time I will tie up your whole family!"
The Krampus was angered deeply by the display that he'd seen, these children had still been up at a quarter past three. But those weren't the only bad eggs he'd observed, as he crept through the neighborhood attempting to make more of them squirm.
He paddled the boys and he paddled the girls, he even paddled the parents who hadn't yet disciplined them for the world.
He paddled them in Australia, he paddled them in Guam, he paddled them in Yugoslavia, Uruguay and Stockholm. He paddled children with measles, and children with lice - he paddled not only the naughty, he paddled the nice!
He put salt in their eyes, and sand in their bellies, he even forced one of them to eat a jarful of jelly! He splashed them with water, he put snakes in their beds, he even put worms in their ears and watched them crawl into their heads!
By the end of the night, the Krampus was satisfied with his work. He'd showed all the world's children where their discipline lurked. Instead of  televisions, game consoles, tablets and phones, they all woke up to find nothing but large sacks of black coal.
Power companies soon became aware of this too, and they soon called every home looking for more fuel! The coal sold in pounds, the coal sold in tons; no one knew where all of it came from - no, not even one!
But the Krampus, he hadn't planned on all this. His discipline effort had gone sorely amiss. His coal had been sold for millions, millions on a pound, it even helped to turn the world's economy around.
But as he crept back into his hole, in the center of the Earth right below the North Pole; he observed once again through his magical mirror, that the children weren't just still naughty, they were all getting meaner!
They all became wealthy and even more spoiled, as they picked on the nice ones who soon became beaten and soiled. The next year's list came with no special strings, as there were no more nice children and they deserved not a thing!
But the Krampus knew what he'd then deliver, and your little ones should be aware of his presence, and not just a sliver! He's coming along in Santa's great sleigh; to give all of those misbehaving children a year's worth of paddling, torture and pain!
If your little ones hear bells on that winter night, it might not be wise for them to smile, smile with delight!
For the Krampus is back with his bag full of terrors; gifts to all of those children who don't mind their manners! Those brats who don't brush their teeth, and don't eat their veggies, who stay up all night and throw tantrums like babies!
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming for them! The terrifying demon of discipline! He sees them when they're sleeping, he knows when they're awake. He knows if they've been bad or good, so they'd better be good, if they know what's good for them...

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Sandy Hook Massacre - Nutjob or MK Victim?


This person doesn't actually exist, folks.

First of all, my heart goes out to all of the young sacrifices that were made in the attainment of power by the elite. Second of all, were you aware that as a shooting occured in America; a gentleman with a knife was injuring people in China as well? I don't believe he killed anyone, but it was still a serial stabbing, as it were. Go look into that, as the media has not been one to talk about it.

But as for the case, I spent some time looking at many sites one in particular VC, who's got some very hard-working truthseekers that should be commended on how deep their investigations went. Without going into full detail, I gathered this information:

At the beginning, the shooter's name was Ryan Lanza. His FB page was burst wide open and all anyone found was him talking about the incident on a Mass Effect page that he liked. So then, we'd already have premeditation there, am I correct?

Next, his youtube page was posted and a NEW one was immediately created, something with 44 new friends and a rant and rave about, of all things - conspiracy. You name it: Illuminati in music, and the whole nine yards. Apparently, they're trying to target conspiracy theorists, which makes sense because people are uncovering things that others would like hidden.

Things like the odd situation before the massacre when things at the school were very "odd" to say the least, almost like a military drill. What else is weird, is that the school had just installed a state-of-the-art security system complete with cameras, sealed doors, and buzz in entry. What I find odd, is how does a 24 year old gentleman walk into a secure school building (which sounds like it has a high level security system for little ones, mind you) with buzz in entry, carrying two (or four) weapons, (whether or not they are the two handguns from earlier reports or the changed auto-rifle and glock) have a shouting bout with the principal and then start killing children and teachers?

I literally want to give the principal a Darwin award. It's like, "sure Mr. masked man with weapons and a bullet proof vest, come on in." Are you nuts? The guy's dressed almost like every other shooter, and they just open up the door and buzz him on in. Not only that, the "conversation" with the principal was broadcasted via loudspeaker, so that all of the children and teachers could hear and locked the doors. It's almost like the whole thing was a military operation used to test the new security system. However, there are talks of "previous drill situations" before this incident.

But we're not done yet. Let's talk reasons, shall we? For what reason would a man wear a bullet-proof vest if he's going to kill himself in the first place? Seems kind of silly. But then a fellow mentioned two words I had not heard:

"MK Omega"  which is an MK I haven't heard of. What's different here, is that the victim kills themselves after completing their mission." Makes sense, like a trained kamikaze assassin. Under brainwash of course.

But I'm still not done. With the shooter dead, the mother dead, the father dead - there's no one left to question. Later, the reports get changed (covering up the possibility of another shooter) to being about a 20 year old autistic boy by the name of Adam Lanza. But guess what? People have since done searches for the family prior, and this person does not appear on any records. Nacy was found, as was the father Peter; but there is no mention of the boy. Quite possibly, he doesn't exist - and since he's dead, we'll never know.

Quote me on that - we'll never know. The media will feed us information, make up further horror stories to prove that this individual was demented and in need of "brain pills." But the funny thing, is that this autistic boy would've only been autistic, because Ritalin has been known to cause autism.

Excuse me. It's so funny, I forgot to laugh!

Then we have the presiden't crocodile tears, or tears of joy - because now they can wipe away the second ammendment like chalk on a chalkboard. But let's think of the bigger picture, something we might have not noticed in the wake of this awful tragedy.

The government uses drones to kill children and innocent people in foreign countries all the time. Have you actually kept up and paid attention? The 26-27 killed yesterday are far from the amount of people killed by drone strikes. Not to mention how many innocent civilians were killed and labeled "suspected terrorists" over there in the middle east.

The sad news is that even when no one's at fault, hundreds of children under the age of 8 die of starvation both here and in foreign countries, but the people turn a blind eye because it doesn't make media headlines.

But my personal belief is this - they're testing something. I can't tell you what, but it's certainly working. I think they're trying to make trained assassins that work differently with drugs and annihilate themselves afterwards. If you can kill people at a movie theater, you're pretty damned robotic. If you can kill kids, you're an absolute zombie. Could you imagine future implications of this? A team of soulless drones to shoot on sight, any man woman or child. Yeah, it sounds far fetched, but I've read alot of science fiction and watched alot of movies. It could damn sure happen.

At any rate, we've got to keep spiritually strong (no matter what path we take) and be ever thankful for what we've got. It's not even the 21st yet, and we've already had a major tragedy. The best thing we can do is to keep strong, vigilant, and watchful. Despite all the evil in the world, there's alot of good and good forces. They're out there. You've just got to find them and align yourself with them. Alot of evil is out there - alot of stress and depression. But you've got to rise above it. Realize that you and I, we all each carry a part of the dvine essence within us. We have protectors and guardians and more, and they're here for us.

On a side note, I don't think anything will happen on the 21st, other than some Yule dinners and what the time is meant for - reflection and renewal. On Yule, one is supposed to write down all of their regrets and issues for the particular year, and then set it on fire - in a sense; cleansing yourself of that negativity.

Even though this one might come as a bit of a shock to you, I'm going to remember where Jesus himself said; "Don't worry, for I am with you." which can be taken as any way you wish, whether you believe that the holy man himself is actually there with you in an amorphous form, or if you believe that another teacher/avatar (which is the embodiment of a god on earth - before it got applied to computers) is indeed trailing behind you, or an actual god, goddess, angel, guardian, ancestor, elemental spirit, or what have you - you're not alone. As a matter of fact, you're far less "solid" than you think you are. We're just beings of energy encased inside of what we perceive to be physical forms.

Stay safe everyone, and have a great Holiday season.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Trolling - A Sign Of Social Decline?

This next essay will be about the controversial topic of internet trolling. As a person, I just don't seem to understand it, quite in the same fashion as a young man who wants to film all of the possible ways that he could injure his gentlemen's luggage. But I digress and sigh that we're in a new generation now. To be blunt, trolling is more or less "getting under one's skin" and probably had it's birth in forums and chat rooms. I don't know who invented it, but all I know is that it's something that people seem to enjoy and will continue to do until the next generation comes up with something even more diabolical.

But how does one get under one's skin? This is simple. Find a friend who loves a certain topic and then argue as to how bad it is. Does your friend like music? Explain to them why all music sucks. How about a certain kind of movie genre? Then you would discuss with them why that movie genre is bad. The reactionary statement is one that leaves the individual "butthurt" which in lamens terms, would be "frustrated" leaving them to "rage quit" which is something derived from a nation absorbed in the first person shooter genre. Most people only play video games because they can kill others with weapons, meaning that human society has in effect, reached a steep slope and is heading ever-downward into the abyss.

Of course, comedy is the only reason these things are done. Inboxes are spammed, accounts ruined, personal information thrown into the sea of social networks, and this is all so that people who more than likely hate their lives, the world in general, and their jobs can get a laugh out of another's misfortune. It is so a commune of social gatherings can look at such individual an laugh because it apparently makes their day much better. But what does this say for society? We poke fun at others to make ourselves feel better, we deny any semblance of positive energy or higher power, and most of us are just waiting for some sort of apocalyptic event where we can in fact - shoot and kill people, as we've already been brainwashed to do so by the gaming industry.

Sure, there are a slew of technical words and phrases thrown about in this new generation of internet minds, some of them that make little sense; and all reasons to throw the education system into a bin, because there's no use in trying to fix what the internet has malformed. But it's almost as if it was supposed to be this way, as the sheep themselves who are absorbed into this internet culture don't even realize that they're in fact being programmed by it, affecting their brainwave patterns and how they act. Before all of this came into being, I still remember how people used to be - and in many ways I feel that the internet itself has become a very corrupted entity and is only headed further into the abyss.

The question is, what are they being programmed for? Cursive writing is being phased out and soon writing in general. I'm not the best at penmanship mind you; but at least I can write. The youth of today is being thrust ten-fold into the machines, but while some might say that this is an expected change; I cannot see it as such. The planet simply won't support too much more of this technological overhaul and when it's all said and done and the lights go out completely, all that will remain are the people who still know the old ways of doing things. I imagine it will be much for people to take, there will be suicides - more than likely mass suicides - some people just won't know how to get out there and live a physical life. There will be paranoia, hallucinations, hysteria, and several other casualties of a world without electricity, let alone the internet - and people will literally be overcome with nerves in regular conversation, because they've been so used to non-social interaction. Non-social interaction is what's killing us, in all honesty - we think we're closer together, but we're really farther apart and seeing and talking to people is beneficial, if not necessary for the human being.

But this all goes back to the topic at hand, which is internet trolling. I would certainly see it as immature, but this generation never grew up with the belts and rules that my generation did have. We had discipline and boundaries, we knew what and what not to do. We knew what belonged in the bedroom and what belonged outside of it's doors. It was a different era then, and things have gotten ever so much worse. When I say, "how much further can the boundaries be pushed?" I am serious. I literally cannot believe the things I hear out of the mouths of some of the younger men that I work with. I also cannot believe how the minds of these younger women have turned to mush. Are you really that stupid ladies, to believe that these men don't want anything more than just to have sex with you?

But I will blame the hormones in the food, chemicals in the air and water. I will blame the untested crap that goes into all the pills and potions of the age. I will also blame the media, especially the internet for instilling these ideas into the heads of our youth. And as the devices get smaller and more portable, so does the need for less social interaction. But I will tell you this - I have a mouth and can speak. I have hands and can write with a tool such as a pencil or pen. But the new world shuns these things. Apparently, it is even considered taboo to actually be in the room with another person while playing a game in favor of playing with thousands of people who you'll probably never know and meet in your lifetime.

Relationships fail, friendships fade, and all interaction crumbles to it's bare roots because we have forgotten how to be human beings. Step by step we get closer to being machines, the kind of monstrosities that will shoot and kill each other with no remorse, look down at the bodies and have only one simple utterance in reply:

"U mad bro?"