So several years ago, I contributed a blog post to my friend Gina and Jen’s blog - bitch-sessions.com I wrote some not so nice (but true!) things about a gym I had joined out in Queens. Sadly, I asked Gina to remove the post many years back because THEY WERE ON TO ME. I returned to the gym a few weeks after the post went up online and a few fellas made it clear that they knew I had written it. How did they know it was me?? Well, on the site, everyone else’s photo of themselves were pretty obscure. Not mine – my photo had me beaming from ear to ear. I could never go back to the gym. They were pissed and I was tiny. Here is the post in it’s entirety. It’s the Fitness Point of No Return.
I’ve been going to the gym now for about 6 months. I vowed to start going after a dear friend of mine, Jenn, passed away this summer from a long fight with cervical cancer. We had always discussed joining a gym together but we never had the chance to do so before she passed away. I decided to go for myself and also, in a way, for her. I joined Gold’s Gym last September and found the rewards of gym life to be immeasurable. Not only did I have more energy but I was also developing some well-toned muscles. I was very excited about my choice to take care of both myself and my wallet (which was becoming strained due to too many nights at the Carriage House, a comfortable bar I found myself in too many nights to admit.)
Gold’s Gym was nicer then I had expected. The place was spacious, clean, inviting, and always had a vast selection of diva house music playing to whip gym members in to a frenzy. Why “straight” men enjoyed listening to many of the songs I danced to at SBNY (a Chelsea club/bar that most gay men have to suffer through on occasion) was beyond me. I felt comfortable because it was at least one thing in this place I could feel at ease with. The members, boys and girls alike, were attractive. I felt like I was part of an army of Astorians in the pursuit of the perfect body. I was just like these other people, but much shorter, much skinnier, and way more self-conscious. Regardless, I continued and saw that my long hours there were really paying off.