Gloria Brame, Ph.D.

Man to Sweaty Man: Vintage wrestlers

Filed By Gloria Brame, Ph.D. | January 03, 2011 9:30 AM | comments

Filed in: Entertainment
Tags: male athletes, male wrestling, vintage wrestlers, wrestling competition

My personal blog is on hiatus for a bit (I'll still be going here on my beloved Bilerico *smooch smooch smooch*), but the research goes on. I'm planning to do a big show on amateur wrestling (a hugely popular fetish/sport) and have picked up a few items along the way of interest to readers here too. I think. :)

Steel yourself for this action photo of hard-core hunks battling it out on the mat. Ca. 1940s-50s. After the jump.


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Gregory Brown, Columbia MO | January 4, 2011 10:36 AM

One of the memories of childhood is the way my Baptist grandma enjoyed TV wrestling. Viewed on a 14 inch screen with a slightly fuzzy bw image picked up with a tall pole-mounted antenna, she rooted for Vern Gagne and Argentine Rocca against whatever evil bullies dared try for a secret gouge or illegal hold. When I say say "rooted", I mean that she would jump up from the chair and advance on the set waving her fists and shouting, occasionally coming out with an unexpected profanity. My grandma was a tiny but feisty woman. I, of course, at age 8 or so, was fascinated by the spectacle on and off screen.
Wrestlers then had hard, lean bodies--even the heavyweights. Later, when the WWF took off, there seemed to be fewer attractive men of that type and more great lumpy ones. My grandma was gone but I'd have a look sometimes. I noticed that local and regional wrestling offered greater varieties of body types. I didn't have to hide my physical responses to what I saw, but missed the occasional eruption of a hot-mad little woman ready to defend her favorites against wicked cheats.