Category Archives: Speedo

The Gay Divers

Way back in 1995, I was just beginning to come out as a gay man. I wasn’t even old enough to drink, and in that tenderness of youth I had no idea what I was doing. I devoured any remotely gay book I could find, starting with the Greg Louganis autobiography, ‘Breaking the Surface’.

He had just come out as an HIV positive gay man, and his story was a riveting one. I might not have been able to relate much to the discipline of becoming an Olympic Gold Medalist, but I could totally understand the coming out portion, especially at that particular moment in my life.

To read about someone as respected and accomplished as Mr. Louganis, and to know that he had gone through something similar, was incredibly moving and powerful. Whenever anyone questions the relevance and reasons of public figures coming out, I think back to that time, and how reading about other gay men absolutely galvanized me.

Now I see that Matthew Mitcham has an autobiography coming out at the end of the year, entitled appropriately enough ‘Twists & Turns’. As another gay Olympic Gold Medalist, he’s an inspiration for those just coming out today. I may be at a different point in my life, but I can’t wait to read it.

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Tom Daley Selling His Stuff in a Speedo

While this probably wouldn’t be my first choice of attire in selling my first autobiography, I suppose you work your strongest assets when you’re hawking a book. In this case, Tom Daley is working that Speedo like a bitch in heat. (This gratuitous post is a reminder of our Summer Olympics – the posts of which I’ll try to repopulate if ever I find a spare minute.)

 

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Proud to Be a Bitcham

That is what some of the fans of Olympic diver Matthew Mitcham call themselves – bitchams – and I’m adding my name to the list.

Far more than Tom Daley, Mr. Mitcham really makes me miss the Olympics… and the Summer of the Speedo. He’s cuter, his accent is hotter, and he plays for my team. Team Bitcham all the way.

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Ryan Lochte in a Skimpy White Speedo

Further proof that no one looks good in Las Vegas, even if you’re Ryan Lochte in a Speedo. Or maybe it’s the bevy of… beauties… that surrounds him that has me less than enthused. Whatever the case, I much prefer him at the Olympics and serious than in this Vegas pool at some Maxim event. How long until the bong gets passed?

That said, I could never begrudge any Olympian their celebratory fun, and he certainly looks like he is having it. And kudos to him for staying in the Speedo when the competition is over. If only Chris Evans would take a lesson…

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Tom Daley’s Best Side: Butt or Bulge?

This may be the part of the Olympics that some people miss the most: the after-diving shower. It’s just a question of which part.

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The Magic of Matthew Mitcham

Okay, I’m a bit biased, as he’s the first (and only) Olympian who was nice enough to follow me on Twitter, but Matthew Mitcham is my new favorite diver. (What’s the matter Tom Daley? Are you scared of me or something?) Even if Mr. Mitcham didn’t extend that courtesy, I’d have been enamored of him for being one of the only Olympians to live proudly and openly as a gay man.

It seems like such a small thing, and such an insignificant thing when you’re in the running to be the single best diver in the world, but to some of us it makes a world of difference. To some, this is everything – the peek into a future of possibility and hope – the seed of an idea that this might one day be you. If you’ve had to grow up without that, you have no idea what kind of power that holds.

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The Gay Olympian: Matthew Mitcham

This is Matthew Mitcham, an openly-gay Olympic diver from Australia (talk about a triple crown).
He’s probably the most prominent and well-known of the gay men at the games (at least, he’s the only one I’ve heard about, and these things usually manage to trickle down even to the must oblivious of us).
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Tom Daley Busting Out of His Speedo

To all you guys who ever described yourselves as having a swimmer’s build, you can take it back now.

This is Britain’s Tom Daley, and this is how it’s done.

Now if you’ll excuse, I have some three-month-fasting to do, with a side of manorexia.

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I’m A Cheesecake Boy!

The ever-amazing and awe-inspiring artist Paul Richmond has completed his immortalization of me as a Cheesecake Boy. I’m totally not worthy, but Paul is so good at what he does that he makes anyone look good. His cheeky play-off of the classic Coppertone ad is given a delightfully devilish twist, evoking Provincetown beaches, summer sun, and loads of fun. It makes me mourn the coming of winter even more, but another spring and summer will follow, and with them an exhibit at the Lyman-Eyer Gallery in Provincetown, MA. For more on the piece, check out Paul’s site here. A very special thank you to Paul, for making my cheesecake dreams come true.

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Michael Phelps Bulging Out All Over

Here’s another bitch responsible for my recent trips to the gym: Mr. Michael Phelps in all his bulging Speedo glory. It may seem the height of foolishness to use an Olympian as a totem for one’s own fitness regime, but this is more inspiration than reality. Besides, I hear he eats like a zillion eggs during training periods and I just can’t.

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