Musings

Thicc of Heart

Some recent reading of Kickstarted goodies got me thinking about muscles. Like I ever stop. What was I reading? Well, since you ask: Comrade Himbo, an anthology by POMEgranate Magazine and Beef Bros by Aubrey Sitterson and Tyrell Cannon. Both books put some beefy physiques front and center (bring it on!) but more than that, we get big heart with our big biceps. The courage, generosity, and compassion of these folks are just as well developed.

Beef Bros, art by Tyrell Cannon

Comrade Himbo, art by Mengmeng Liu

Upon reflection, I started wondering about the various associations we make, nearly automatically, when it comes to physique—especially the carefully cultivated beefy variety. Too often we expect (or experience) some combo of dumb, mean, and vain.

How did we come to a place where physique is the realm of toxic masculinity?

Unfortunately, there's a lot of bullshit, our should I say broshit, in our society that feeds this. Walk into just about any gym anywhere in the US and you'll see (or experience) some instance of broshit going on. Social media is a minefield of greed, trolling, and misinformation. Advertising and mass media are exercises in pure exploitation. In the midst of all this insanity, what's a would-be beefy body to do?

The two books above, and dare I say my own work, show some alternatives. I hope some glimmer of a more enlightened thiccness reaches the denizens of the gym, calisthenics parks, trainers and fitness gurus, the fitness media, and all the purveyors of the toxic broshit. We seriously need it. Let's grow more than just the biceps and traps, let's grow our hearts as well! Let's encourage and support everyone, no matter where they are on their fitness and physique journeys.

In fact, it's actually happening in Oakland as we speak. Here's a glimpse of the future I'd like to see.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stwpEr8V8no

Cover photo: Charles Gaudreault

Got some recommended reads, workouts, or places to move your fabulous body? Drop them in the comments below...

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Further readings

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The Cult of Job

Capitalism demands we organize everything around jobs, think of everything as a job. In my own experience, I see this thinking applied to to things that really shouldn't be thought of jobs at all: like parenting and relationships. And what about art?

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Chrononormativity: or how many wrongs make a right?

What about those of use starting late? Those that might have deferred the dream to survive the capitalist hellscape? Those whose every day is a dream deferred? Who eek out precious moments at the easel or the drawing table, fought for bitterly against tides of despair and disparagement, from inner and outer pressures?