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Diego Miyake Mugler Is Living Free and Lifting Heavy
WITH A FIERCE presence in the ballroom scene, Diego Miyake Mugler has captivated audiences worldwide, winning HBO Max’s Legendary season 2 and solidifying his status as a legendary voguer—a highly stylized, modern sway originating that evolved from the '60s Harlem ballroom scene. After nearly two decades of competing and voguing, Miyake Mugler's now making a name for himself in a unlike competitive scene: bodybuilding.
The 36-year-old proudly identifies as “super, super gay," and while there's always been an overlap between gay society and bodybuilding for noticeable reasons (i.e., muscular, half-naked, oiled-up men flexing), the men out as competitive bodybuilders haven't always been accepted with open arms.
Grindr has a modern educational series on YouTube called Daddy Lessons, where they explore gay historical topics, and recently, the company made a limited delving into the origins of the intersection of gay identity, culture, and bodybuilding. “Its history starts with a physical fitness explosion in the 1940s and 50s. Around the same time, Bob Mizer’s Physique Pictorial and Irvin Johnson’s Tomorrow Man
I meet Tim* on Grindr when I’m 21 and he’s 47. It’s May of 2013. He lives in the Haight, in San Francisco. I’m at Stanford, an hour away by train. He looks like the gentleman on Brawny sheet towel rolls; he also looks love Santa Claus. He’s bald and bearded. His nose is big and unique, his eyes always searching for something I’m too adolescent to understand. I think he’s handsome.
We’re on day two of date number one when he tells me he wants to be my daddy.
It’s the middle of the day. I’m doing homework on his couch while he’s playing around on his device, and I request him if I’m the youngest guy he’s ever hooked up with.
“Well, yeah,” he says. “In terms of age difference, this is probably the most significant. But I’ve gotten used to organism a daddy these days.”
Daddy. A guy who, at 47, has never settled down with anyone, has never had any kids. He fancies himself a “father.”
“Honestly,” he continues, “I prefer it when guys call me daddy.”
“Why?”
“I never really had a father. He left our family when I was still ve
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People say they use steroids. Sometimes we can tell: Those lats are inhuman; those thighs are wider than they are long; those biceps go for days. Even the face muscles overgrow, giving them that signature puffy look. Those bodies cannot be natural. We are mildly envious as we grub our bellies and comprehend that we are meaty in obviously different ways.
Then some of these guys die, inexplicable victims of cardiac arrest -- perfectly fit, too young to be corpses. There's no more envy but sadness and lingering questions. Are the steroids to blame? Was it the combinations of steroids and party drugs? Was our friend, our crush, our boyfriend the victim of what researchers call a widespread public-health problem?
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