I’ve been gymming at Golds more often. It’s a bit out of the way, but the beefcakes who frequent this gym have inspired quite a few doodles. Totally worth the extra hour it adds to my commute.
As is tradition with my Gym Sightings, here is a piece of horrible slash fiction to accompany the doodle:
The last thing Gunter wanted was to brave the cruisy showers at Gold’s. Wherever he went, Gunter felt hundreds of eyes following him. He hated the attention and longed for the life of a house-husband.
“If only,” Gunter sighed, keeping his eyes down to avoid eye contact in the showers…but in looking down, Gunter saw a short, frumpy Filipino/Dutch boy fumbling to get his shower working. “Wooooof,” Gunter mumbled absent-mindedly. He was a complete train wreck, which complimented Gunter’s Adonis-like perfection. A fortune teller warned Gunter of this man almost twenty years ago—skinny, yet fat, and short, with dirt skin and adult acne—this was his soulmate.
“Oh my god,” the boy squeaked in his pitchy voice. Gunter shook his head, and quickly pulled the shower curtain. His heart beating fast…he finally knew what love felt like.
