I drove to the hotel at the scheduled time with my heart racing like a frightened rabbit. My nerves felt as if they were on the verge of making me spontaneously combust as I walked to the hotel room and tapped on the door, fighting the instinctive urge to just run away from the unknown potential danger. This was my one small step that was really a giant leap of faith for me. Then the door opened and I met my first session wrestler. And she was more beautiful and more friendly than I had even imagined in my dreams. Christine put me at ease right away. We chatted for a little bit and then got down to doing some wrestling moves on the large hotel bed. It wasn’t really a wrestling session as I understand it now, just Christine putting me in various holds, pins, and scissors. But my dream had come true. And although not a large girl, she was very strong and had no problem keeping me under control even when I started to try resisting. Christine’s experience with hotel sessions was clear. I enjoyed headlocks and armbars and then a delightful schoolgirl pin. I relished each touch of her soft skin and the feel of her massive tight muscles underneath. It was also great to look up and see her lovely smile as she sensed how much I was enjoying my first session. And then she manoeuvred herself into position to give me my first headscissor experience from a female athlete. This was what I was really waiting for. To feel those lovely strong legs wrapping around my neck. At that moment I clearly understood exactly why anyone would enjoy being held tightly between those gorgeous smooth muscular thighs. To be continued…

Well, who knows if it was exactly 20 years. I certainly can’t remember! I do know that my interest in women wrestling began in the mid-1980s and towards the end of that decade I became aware of the existence of mixed wrestling. Some of you youngsters may find it difficult to understand how we could exist before the internet, but we made it somehow. While WWF (now WWE) was popular, both female and mixed wrestling was the subject of obscure magazines and small ads. I’ll devote a future blog or two to that topic. Throughout the 1990s I got myself on various mailing lists and bought a few mixed wrestling videotapes (yes, VHS). All good stuff, but I never dreamed that one day I might participate in this fabulous activity. But then. In 2001, I saw an advert for a new documentary film called Highway Amazon. It featured the gorgeous female bodybuilder, Christine Fetzer. The film followed Christine traveling the country wrestling men in hotel rooms and doing muscle worship sessions. OMG. I immediately sent off for a copy of the video. Christine had won several body-building competitions, her first being the 1995 Virginia Classic (Woman's Heavyweight division), and appeared in many body-building magazines. And here she was on video, exercising, showing off her muscles, and smiling into the camera while expressing innocent surprise that anyone would enjoy being crushed between her massive quads! Anyway, I’m pretty sure it was sometime in 2002 when I got the news that Christine Fetzer would be traveling to Detroit (where I was living at the time) to offer wrestling sessions! Can’t remember exactly how - I think it was through email because we didn’t have mobile phones then either – but I booked my very first session in a local hotel. To be continued…

Last night I watched the film Dead Poets Society. I’d seen it before, a long time ago, and I enjoyed it again. It got me thinking about why I do what I do, setting up LOG Wrestling. What is the famous line from Dead Poets Society? “Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.” The theme of the film is to encourage everyone to make the most of their lives. In December last year I was admitted to hospital with impending heart failure. On New Year’s Eve I underwent open heart surgery. I’m now feeling fit and well but I’m acutely aware that I may not have made it into 2022. But I did. So, no more buggering about being afraid to do what I want to do. Let me let you into a secret that you may not want to acknowledge. You’re going to die. We all are. Maybe in fifty years. Maybe tomorrow. We only have a short time here so let’s make the most of it! So what the fuck are you waiting for? Do the things that you dream about. Make a bucket list and start completing your goals. If you want to wrestle with a beautiful lady then do it. If you can’t make that step just yet then buy a clip or send her a tribute. Take action on something that makes you feel good. I did. And I’m so glad I did. At the opening of Dead Poet Society meetings, a quote from Henry David Thoreau is read out: "I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived." Carpe Diem.

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This weekend was all set up for filming clips with new models. Saturday was scheduled for noon at my home studio and I had agreed to travel on Sunday morning for a shoot a couple of hours away. So I spend Saturday morning setting up the cameras and lights in my little studio and doing a bit of cleaning around the house while mentally preparing to explain the concept of my site to a new model and working out some scenarios that I thought would be suitable for her. Clock turns 12:00 and I try not to look out the window for a car pulling on to the drive. 12:15 arrives. 12:30. Nothing. 12:45 send polite text. 2pm another more direct text. 3pm the reply comes - she has been unwell this morning. Now I'm fine with that, but I could have got on with other things had I known 5 hours earlier. So now we're looking to reschedule for next month. Send a note confirming times etc for the Sunday shoot. Reply comes back - not feeling well, may have to postpone, followed by detailed descriptions of the symptoms, most of which involve dashing to the loo. Another rescheduling to figure into next month's plans. So with all this extra time that I wasn't expecting, I jumped into a project I've had on the back burner since June. A LOGW website. And here you are now reading what is really my first blog. Now I just have to figure out how to get rid of those palm trees. Or maybe I'll keep them for now...