Most porn is about as titillating as a Yule log on a loop, which is why I never watch it. Except if I happen to be flipping channels on a Friday night, when World Wrestling Entertainment broadcasts its Friday Night SmackDown, a steroid-enhanced, S&M-laced, hard-bodied orgy of enormous proportions. It’s long been my fantasy to sit ringside, to smell the virile sweat and gape in awe at the blown up muscles, so freaky they’re sexy, akin to any porn star’s massively inflated tits. The homoerotic, dominant man on dominant man action, each bulging star vying to become the ultimate top, to slam his rival to the mat and make him his bitch, drives me wild. To this day The Rock’s The People’s Champ still ranks right alongside the remake of Casino Royale as my favorite gay porn.

So naturally I breathlessly awaited the press screening of Darren Aronofsky’s The Wrestler starring Mickey Rourke – who decades ago honed his S&M chops in 9 1/2 Weeks – as Randy “The Ram” Robinson. …Read more