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Isabelle Turell can party with me anytime.
Some female bodybuilders are accused of "not being feminine enough." Other female bodybuilders are accused of "being a little too feminine." It's impossible to please everybody, so there's no need to try, right?
Right. But people have their preferences – and they are perfectly entitled to their preferences, the consequences be damned. We all can name our "favorite" female bodybuilder without thinking about it, though some of us may need to include 4 or 5 just to be on the safe side. While the Holy Grail FBB – someone who exhibits a flawless mixture of muscularity, beauty, femininity, and attitude – may not actually exist, one lady in particular comes to mind as someone who's really darn close.
Isabelle Turell.
Isabelle is a rare woman whose impressive muscle mass doesn't distract from the rest of her qualities. She's stunningly gorgeous, curvy, oozes with sexiness, and can make you drop dead in your tracks if you ever saw her. She also has a nerdy side to her that she isn't shy about sharing with the world. We are blessed to have her around.
She is a multifaceted woman who offers more than you'd think…but at the same time not as much as you'd like. She isn't complicated, but she isn't easy to understand. You want her to be a certain way but she won't go there, yet she delivers exactly what she needs to deliver without disappointing anyone.
More on this later.
Isabelle Turell was born on October 22, 1979 in Tampa, Florida. She currently resides in Terre Haute, Indiana. She's been an IFBB Pro Bodybuilder since 2008. Her actual bodybuilding career began in 2000 when she competed at the Orlando Classic, demonstrating that "turning pro" isn't a task to be taken lightly. Her competition history is impressive, having competed at the NPC USA Championship, Ms. International, Wings of Strength, Arnold Classic, Tampa Pro, Omaha Pro, Atlantic City Women's Pro, Rising Phoenix Arizona Pro, Lenda Murray Classic Pro, and many other regional tournaments. She isn't just another typical competitor. She's a serious heavyweight who deserves respect within the industry.
Is she considered "elite?" Eh, not quite. But she's a prominent figure in the IFBB world and has accomplished things many of us – male or female – cannot even dream of doing. When she isn't competing, Isabelle provides fitness consulting services and additional information/content if you become a paying member of her website. In this respect, Isabelle earns her living in the same way hundreds of other FBBs earn their living. It goes with the territory.
Isabelle is one of the most multi-faceted female bodybuilders around. One moment she could be wearing a BDSM-themed leather mask and looking to fulfill every single one of your femdom bondage fantasies. The next moment she's cosplaying as The Hulk or Ghost Rider. She's part dominatrix, part nerd, part sex kitten, and part world-class athlete with intrigue, class, and mysteriousness sprinkled in throughout.
There's something about Isabelle that appeals to everyone. She has Amber Deluca's Powerful Female Muscle Dominatrix vibe but can also pull off Denise Masino's Fun and Sometimes Nerdy Lady Bodybuilder personality. She appeals to the hardcore fetishists who fantasize about being controlled, dominated, and humiliated by a strong sexy woman; while at the same time her chiseled physique compares favorably to Alina Popa.
She's fun for the whole family. Assuming your family is into this sort of thing.
Her personality is guarded, so you don't feel like you know her intimately like you do Denise. Miss Masino could be your best friend or drinking buddy. Isabelle is that cool chick you met at a party once and still exchange an occasional dirty text message with. Miss Turell is certainly sexy but she doesn't overtly flaunt it like her peers. She lets the little bit of her that she chooses to make public speak for itself. Whether this is intentional or not, Isabelle leaves you wanting more while delivering exactly what she needs to deliver.
The one thing Isabelle won't deliver to her fans is hardcore porn. That's not in her repertoire. She's more than happy being sexy, but she'll flaunt her sexiness with limitations. These limitations aren't tragic, however. They're her choice and we must respect that. But then again, it's not completely necessary that she go that far in order to satisfy our desires to see her in her full glory.
Isabelle is in her "full glory" when we feel empowered to insert her into our dirtiest fantasies. One of the most intriguing parts of female muscle fandom is that female bodybuilders are able to activate our imaginations in unexplainable ways. We cannot help but think about all sorts of scenarios, circumstances, and erotic fantasies whenever we encounter an image of a beautiful woman with big muscles. Isabelle is no exception.
Isabelle cosplaying as Jessica Rabbit.
When we see a selfie of Isabelle's smiling face that unashamedly shows off her prodigious cleavage, we cannot help but think about what it would be like to get a handful of her enormous breasts and caress them with tender care. Then our minds turn toward thinking of her with a whip in hand, a long strap-on dildo attached to her crotch, and a leather BDSM mask that accentuates her gorgeous brown eyes. Or, we imagine her as our personal trainer. She pushes us harder and beyond our limits, and generously rewards our killer workout with further, uh, strenuous cardiovascular activities in the gym hot tub.
Or, we see a photo of Isabelle in a bikini and instantly place ourselves on that particular beach with her. Every muscle fiber is on clear display. Not a single soul is in sight. The sun is starting to set, which adds to the urgency of the moment. You kiss her deeply as the waves crash against the shore. Then, Isabelle quickly discards her bikini and stands before you in her Birthday Suit. She looks tantalizing. She invites you to disrobe. You do. Then, you make magic on the beach and end up with sand in every crevice of your body. Then, you make more magic. And more. And more. Finally, totally spent, you walk hand-in-hand with her across the beach as the bright moonlight illuminates the romantic scene.
Or, you look at a fun cosplay pic of Isabelle dressed up as the She-Hulk. Her skin is a brilliant green. You can see every curve of her muscular figure. You imagine what it would be like to be a scientist conducting an "experiment" on her. By day, Isabelle is a shy intern who can barely lift a box of copy paper. But when she gets really angry, she transforms into the She-Hulk! Now, she can bust through a drywall just by throwing her fist through it. And she can lift a car and toss it a hundred feet away without breaking a sweat. You know you shouldn't make her angry too often, but what the heck? It couldn't hurt too much! And if it does, so be it.
Or, you scroll through Isabelle's Instagram page and see her wearing an elegant black cocktail dress. She looks classy and ravishing at the same time. You take her out to dinner at the finest restaurant in the city. All eyes are on her. Nobody can ignore her. It's not every day that you see a gorgeous sexy woman with bulging muscles strut around like she owns the place. In a way, she does own the place. She owns every environment she finds herself in, to be exact. You enjoy a lovely date night with her, chuckling to yourself as the waitstaff struggles to keep their composure (and focus) as they serve you your meal. It's quite a sight to behold!
These fantasies – and hundreds more like them – are typical of many fans of female bodybuilders. We aren't just attracted to women with big muscles. We're intoxicated by the alluring fantasies they conjure up in our minds. Isabelle Turell, more than any other FBB in the world, elicits this exact reaction in us. She can play any part we give her. That's the key to understanding her appeal. She can be the sexy wife, domineering mistress, nerdy girlfriend, hardcore personal trainer, elite athlete, world-class celebrity, Divine Muscle Goddess, supermodel, inspirational gym rat, or quirky friend. She can effortlessly play all those roles. Perhaps multiple roles at once, if your imagination is that wild.
She can be anything you want her to be. And that's why we cannot get enough of her. And that's why she doesn't have to be (or do) anything else than what she already is. We don't need her to be like Yvette Bova, Kathy Connors, or Brandi Mae Akers and produce the kinkiest porn on the Internet. We don't need her to go outside of her comfort zone or do anything she doesn't feel like doing. She can just be herself and our minds will do the rest. She gives us enough. And that is enough. No more is required of her.
Isabelle is a fun gal who loves her life and enjoys brightening up the spirits of her fans. She certainly has loyal devotees who breathlessly await her next Instagram post. Will it be one of her pretty face? One that shows off her cleavage? One where we see her flex her enormous biceps? Or a video where she poses for us as if we were the only human being on planet Earth? Which will it be?
Her IG name is fitrockstar. This is fitting. Like most classic rock stars (which seem to be in short supply these days), Isabelle is the life of the party. Her extravagant life is just as interesting as what she does for a living. We aren't just fascinated by "Isabelle Turell the Professional Bodybuilder." We're addicted to "Isabelle Turell the Unstoppable Muscle Goddess." She cannot be stopped. She cannot be contained. She's living her best life and we're simply going along for the ride. We don't know where we're going, but that's none of our concern. We're just happy to be onboard the Isabelle Train.
Is she taking us to a crowded gymnasium? A bodybuilding competition stage? A bondage dungeon? A sweaty weight room? A secluded beach? A cozy cottage? A luxurious penthouse suite? A fancy 5-star restaurant? A photography studio where all eyes are on her?
We can go to all of those places. Whenever we want to. Because when we think about Isabelle, we can easily place ourselves in any situation. And we'll feel right at home with her.
Whew! Need more evidence why we love her so damn much? Didn't think so.
Oh Isabelle. Lovely Isabelle. A sweet princess. A devilish queen. An omnipotent goddess. No matter what she chooses to do next, we'll be there. Hungry. Wanting more. But not needing more. Because she's enough. She's always enough.
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Posted on August 9, 2019 by ryantakahashi
Don't disrespect The Muscle Foxx!
Jennifer Kennedy is the female bodybuilder your Mom and Dad warned you about. The one who would confirm all your deeply held suspicions about the female bodybuilding industry and its competitors. The one who would be the living embodiment of all your fears about muscular women, steroids, gender roles, sexual orientation, identity, and sexual attraction. The one who gives you nightmares, but the fun kind of nightmares that you (sort of) enjoy.
Jenni is not for everyone. I once described Yvette Bova as someone who's not everyone's cup of tea. If that's the case, then Jenni is a sour beverage that even a person crawling through a desert dying of thirst would politely refuse to drink. Miss Kennedy isn't as polarizing as Miss Bova because Jenni isn't very prolific in making career choices that might endear her to a small yet dedicated cohort of female muscle fans. More on that later. In fact, Jenni isn't polarizing at all. There pretty much exists one singular opinion about her that doesn't appear to be changing any time soon:
Thanks, but no thanks.
Ouch. If that sounds mean, it's because it is. My personal opinion of her is not that, of course. I really like Jenni. Seriously. I do! She's unapologetically sexy, doesn't care what her critics think, and lives her life the way she wants to. How can you hate on that?
All of that being said, let's address a few delicate caveats:
First, it's no mystery why Jenni doesn't appeal to even hardcore supporters of female bodybuilding. She isn't blessed with the same natural beauty as Cindy Landolt or Jessica Williams. She has a "harder edged" face that will inevitably be blamed on years of using synthetic steroids. Her voice is lower than Barry White's. She's feminine-presenting, but any uneducated dolt still has a modicum of justification to question her gender identity.
These caveats don't mean people have a legitimate reason to insult her. Far from it. Jenni deserves our respect. It's true that you don't have to like every female bodybuilder on planet Earth, but that doesn't give you license to hurl slurs at them either. Jenni isn't here for that crap. Neither am I.
So don't call her a "tranny" or any other such derogatory label. Just don't.
There are two types of FBBs I admire: Female bodybuilders who are naturally beautiful and completely shatter negative stereotypes about muscular women; and female bodybuilders who are not blessed with natural beauty but still confidently strut around as if they do – and don't care what the so-called "haters" think. The first category is pretty obvious. Who doesn't enjoy looking upon a gorgeous lady with big curvy muscles? But the latter is where you tend to lose a lot of people, even people who are normally on your side in these debates.
Miss Kennedy obviously belongs in the second category. She's defiant. She's unabashed. She's proud of who she is. Does she have deeply held insecurities about herself? Probably, yeah. Who doesn't? But all in all, I'd bet my life's savings (all $183 of it) that she's comfortable in her own skin. Like Yvette, Maryse Manios, Roxanne Edwards, and Kathy Connors, Jenni realizes her fanbase is going to be much smaller than her peers. Heck, FBBs have a fairly narrow group of fans to begin with. These aforementioned ladies control an even smaller slice of that small slice. Yours truly may be one of the few people out there who are willing to toot their horns (interpret that as you will!).
However, unlike Yvette and Kathy, Jenni does a limited amount of porn. She's done some, but not nearly as much as she could be. Kathy has established herself as being an Alpha Female who will dominate you and punish you if you've been naughty. Yvette presents herself as a sex-crazed muscle-bound hedonist who enjoys life to the fullest. In other words, they compensate for their lack of natural beauty by taking on public personas that people can easily latch onto (it should be noted that these personas don't necessarily reflect who these women are in real life. They're merely how they present themselves to the public). Jenni, to my knowledge, hasn't really done that to the extent of these other ladies, but that doesn't mean she hasn't done anything. Simply put, Jenni carries herself as a sultry seductive temptress who will lure you into her trap – and once she's gotten ahold of you…you don't want her to let go.
Jennifer Kennedy was born on June 25, 1976 in Michigan. She's a personal trainer and webcam performer. After competing in gymnastics and track, she got hooked on weightlifting and hasn't looked back since. She's been participating in contests going back to at least 2011 (NPC National Championships). Most recently (as of this writing) she participated in the 2019 IFBB Omaha Pro. The Internet is a bit sparse when it comes to listing how she placed at these – and other – contests, so that's too bad. Overall, it's fair to say that Jennifer is a respectable competitor, but not elite. She belongs on stage with the best of the best, but she isn't "the best" quite yet.
Perhaps one day she'll get there! But for the time being, we'll have to appreciate her for who she is, not who she'll one day become.
It's accurate to describe Jenni as "The Defiant One" This isn't because she defies stereotypes or breaks down barriers. Rather, it's because she adheres to stereotypes and doesn't care if that bothers you. Women like Minna Pajulahti and Wendy Fortino shatter the preconceived notion that muscular women can't also be beautiful, feminine, and desirable. Jenni isn't going to do that at all, but that's not why she's defiant. She's defiant because she fits every idiot's preconceived notions about FBBs and wears them on her sleeve as a badge of honor.
"You're right," she may say. "I am not traditionally beautiful. I do have a masculine-looking face. My voice isn't lyrical. Most guys don't find me attractive. But, I guarantee you if you were to spend 5 minutes alone with me in my bedroom, you'll be begging for more in no time!"
She's the Green Eggs and Ham of female bodybuilders. Sam-I-Am thought he hated green eggs and ham because of how it looked. He stubbornly refused to try it because he had already made up his mind. Or he thought he had already made up his mind. But once he tried a single bite, his eyes were opened to the truth. As it turns out, he actually loves green eggs and ham. Sam-I-Am learned a valuable lesson that day: Don't knock it unless you've tried it.
Also, don't judge a book by its cover. So that's two lessons in one day.
At first glance, you aren't going to like Jenni. You'll find her repulsive, disgusting, ugly, and hideous. But I can guarantee you that if you just give her a chance, she can change your mind. She can soften your hardened heart. You may end up liking her. Or loving her. Or being completely obsessed with her. Or at the very least, you'll gain a newfound sense of respect for her. Either way, that's an improvement.
Jenni isn't monstrous. But to a closed-minded fool, she might as well be the next kaiju Godzilla battles against amidst the wreckage of a metropolitan city. But to someone with empathy, she's a cool lady you shouldn't underestimate.
Not liking Jenni doesn't make you a misogynist or a Female-Bodybuilding-Fan-in-Name-Only (FBFINO?). Hating her, on the other hand, probably does.
You can not like her. But to be so quick to dismiss her? Yeah, lighten up buddy.
In a strange way, there's something oddly courageous about Jenni. Something admirable. She performs for webcams. How can you do that unless you have confidence that there are people out there who would pay money to watch you? Obviously there are. Otherwise she wouldn't be doing it. This proves that – even if the number is fairly small – Jenni has her fair share of fans. Maybe not as much as Denise Masino or Lindsay Mulinazzi, but enough to justify a modest income for her.
Jenni's defiance is a key reason why that small slice of the FBB Appreciation Society (not a real thing, but play along with me here), which is already a small slice of the general population, loves her so much. It's hard to say how many "dedicated" followers Jenni has, but it's probably much larger than you think. Or to put it a different way, it's not as small as you think. Regardless, Jenni has tapped into a niche that can properly be defined as a sub-niche within a niche:
The Scary-But-In-A-Hot-Kind-Of-Way Female Bodybuilder.
She embodies nearly every single negative stereotype you can think of when it comes to female bodybuilders. She also doesn't appear to be very interested in remedying those negative perceptions in any way. This is because Jenni has perfected the art of turning a negative into a positive. Instead of trying to "fix" what's wrong with her (and for the record, there's absolutely nothing "wrong" with her in the first place) she embraces who she is and uses her already existing assets to her advantage. Her deep voice gives her a commanding presence. Her roughness strikes fear into your heart. Her muscles allow her to dominate you. Her unique appearance requires you to pay attention to her. Her "scariness" whips you into shape. Her peculiar mash-up of masculine and feminine qualities make her memorable. Her sexiness makes her, well, sexy.
None of those qualities are a detriment to her success. Could she be more successful if she were more, uh, "accessible" to a broader audience? Perhaps, yes. But how many conventionally beautiful muscle goddesses can you name off the top of your head? Probably dozens upon dozens, if not hundreds. But how many Muscle Queens of the Macabre Variety can you think of who make you both frightened and strangely aroused at the same time? How many of them make you feel nauseated…yet you admit you cannot look away no matter how hard you try?
We all know who can make us feel that way.
Jenni is a lot like a schlocky horror movie. The horrific violence you see on the screen makes you sick to your stomach. You get queasy watching hapless teenagers get decapitated, disemboweled, dismembered, burned to a crisp, skinned alive, eaten alive, tortured, stabbed, drowned, sliced in half with a chainsaw, gutted with a fishing hook, smashed with a hammer, ripped from limb to limb with a machete, punctured with an arrow, beaten with a baseball bat, or shot in the genitals. But instead of running out of the movie theater screaming like a madman, you stay in your seat and watch the dreadfulness unfold right before your very eyes. It's entertainment. Sick and twisted entertainment, but that's what it is nevertheless. It's simultaneously appalling and fun.
And you know what? There's a small part of you that actually enjoys watching these things happen to these innocent people. You want to enjoy immoral pre-marital sex? Well, the price you pay is having your innards pulled out of your stomach shortly after your orgasm. For some desperate people, that might be a worthwhile tradeoff.
In a convoluted kind of way, Jennifer Kennedy is sort of like that. Sort of. She's entertaining. She's enthralling. She's captivating. She's intriguing. You want to see what she does next, even if your instincts tell you to turn it off and scrub your eyeballs with Clorox. You need to know who this woman is and what she's all about. She's enticing. Almost too enticing. You may feel a bit guilty when she starts to grow on you, but hey, what's the harm in that?
Who cares? Nobody is going to judge you. Even if someone does, just ignore them and proceed living your life. After all, being fond of Jenni can be intoxicating. In a naughty sort of way, it almost makes you feel – oh, what's that word again?
Oh yeah. Defiant.
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All Hail Queen Alina
Posted on March 10, 2019 by ryantakahashi
Bow down and worship Alina Popa!
Alina Popa is the GOAT.
For those of you who aren't familiar with the lingo the kids are using these days, "GOAT" is not an insult. It's not what Charlie Brown feared he would be if he were to give up the losing run at the end of his playground baseball game. It's not an animal. It's not one of the 12 Chinese zodiac signs. No. GOAT stands for Greatest of All Time. It's the highest compliment one can bestow upon a person. It's a high honor.
Miss Popa is the GOAT. Or a GOAT. Or one of the GOATs. Or in the top 5. Or top 10. We can't all agree where she ranks among the greatest female bodybuilders in the history of the sport, but for the time being most of us should be able to recognize that Alina is one the best of the best of the best of the best.
For many reasons, Alina has captured our hearts and imaginations. She's beloved. She boasts near universal adoration. Everyone loves and respects her. If you were to take a straw poll of one thousand female muscle fans worldwide and ask them who their favorite FBB currently is, I'd wager a guess that more than 80% would have Alina somewhere in their top 5. If she's not in their top 10, then they've lost all credibility as far as I'm concerned. If they've never even heard of her, then I don't know if it's fair to call them a female muscle fan in the first place.
Alina's appeal is fascinating to break down. She doesn't have the crossover appeal of Cindy Landolt, yet she's probably more beloved than she is. Alina doesn't participate in sexually explicit pornography like Denise Masino or Brandi Mae Akers, yet she's still considered unbelievably sexy. She isn't as prominent on social media as Lauren Drain, but Alina is heads and shoulders more popular than Miss Drain will ever be. That isn't to insult Miss Landolt, Miss Masino, Miss Akers, or Miss Drain – but rather to point out the impressiveness of Miss Popa's popularity.
But it isn't just about popularity. It's emotional appeal. Alina makes us feel things. Intense things. Intense thoughts, feelings, and fantasies. One does not simply look at a picture of Alina flexing her large muscles and not experience a rise in blood pressure. Unless one is already in a vegetative state. Heck, looking at Alina's body of work may very well put you in a vegetative state. And you probably wouldn't complain too loudly when that happens.
She is a unique lady. She's a one-of-a-kind. Her appeal is both obvious and not obvious at the same time. Alina is the GOAT, but she's more than that. She's a queen. No, rather she's THE Queen. The Queen of Female Bodybuilding.
Alina Popa was born on October 12, 1978 in Brăila, Romania. Like many female bodybuilders, she led a fairly active lifestyle, having competed in track and field sports since she was 12 years old. In her late teens and early 20s, Alina became a regular gymgoer and started to do what guys always do at the gym but some ladies are reluctant to: lift weights.
In 2000, she placed 2nd in a local regional contest, which probably boosted her confidence and gave her the "hunger" to compete in more. That obviously set off a firestorm. The rest of her impressive résumé is as follows:
2000 IFBB National Championship – 3rd (HW)
2003 IFBB National Championship – 1st (MW)
2004 IFBB European Championship – 2nd (HW)
2005 Mixed Pairs European Championship – 2nd
2005 Women's European Championship – 5th
2006 Grand Prix Due Torri – 1st
2007 NABBA Miss Universe – 1st (Miss Physique class)
2008 IFBB Worlds Santa Susanna – 1st (Overall and HW)
2010 IFBB Ms. International – 8th
2011 IFBB Ms. International – 3rd
2011 IFBB Ms. Olympia – 5th
2013 IFBB Ms. Olympia – 2nd
2016 WOS Rising Phoenix World Championships – 3rd
2018 IFBB Muscle Vodka Tampa Pro – 1st
2018 Rising Phoenix World Championships – 1st
There's no need to rehash the controversy in 2014 when Alina placed 2nd to Iris Kyle in the final Ms. Olympia contest. Alina placed 2nd the previous year and every prognosticator thought this would be the year the seemingly unstoppable Miss Kyle would be unseated. Alas, that did not happen. Iris won her 17th overall IFBB professional title, an eyepopping achievement that deserves considerable recognition. But in the hearts and minds of FBB fans everywhere, Alina deserved to place 1st at least once while the Ms. Olympia still existed. She may not have persuaded enough judges to earn that crown, but she's definitely earned our awe and admiration. We understand that one's accomplishments are not always defined by others.
So as far as professional competitions go, Alina may not technically be the GOAT, but she's nevertheless one of the greatest to ever have stepped onto the stage. But for those of us who don't need external validation for the things we love, we can live with that. Others who crave that validation are probably still bitter to this day.
Alina is a Queen because she's everything you could possibly ask for in a female bodybuilder. She has it all: Brains, beauty, brawn, charm, and grace. She's beautiful, yet approachable. She's accomplished, yet humble. She's tough, yet kind. She's relentless, yet grounded. She's glamourous, yet authentic. She's strong, yet compassionate. She's muscular, yet still unquestionably feminine. She's big, yet curvy. She's confident, yet amicable. She's a woman, yet she doesn't let her gender define her.
Her body is flawless. Some may have been disappointed when she decided to get breast implants, but that is neither here nor there. She can choose to enhance herself if it makes her happy. Alina has achieved the near impossible: She appeals to female muscle fans across the entire spectrum. She appeases those who love big, big, big muscles. She also appeases the folks on the other side of the aisle who value traditional femininity and are turned off by FBBs who exhibit too many "masculine" qualities. There's nothing masculine about Miss Popa. She's as feminine as can be.
When the sport of female bodybuilding rose to prominence in the 1970s, there was a stigma attached to women who were so bulky it (supposedly) compromised their "femininity." As a result, many female competitors intentionally chose to not get too big out of fear it would damage their ability to win contests. That's bad news. So praising Alina's uncanny ability to perfectly balance femininity and muscularity is a double-edged sword. On one hand, it's the reason why she's so beloved by female muscle fans around the world. On the other hand, it feeds into the perception that female bodybuilders are somehow obligated to also look feminine because not looking sufficiently feminine can be detrimental to their success.
Hm. This is an awkward place to be. It's discouraging to praise ladies like Alina, Cindy, and Minna Pajulahti for their femininity and strength because – even if it's implicitly implied – it reinforces the belief that women who are not like them are somehow inferior. Jennifer Kennedy and Kathy Connors are not inferior. They're also awesome and deserving of respect. They may not get the same universal adoration as the previous group, but they are still worthy of our undying love. It's much easier to defend Cindy Landolt than it is Miss Kennedy, a fact that begrudgingly acknowledges the reality that traditional femininity still matters to a great deal of people.
FBBs like Miss Kennedy have deep voices, masculine-looking faces, and a "roughness" about them that makes a lot of people feel uncomfortable. One cannot deny that, even though one can also argue that these features do not chip away at her identity as a strong sexy woman. Alina's presence is a breath of fresh air because she checks every box a female muscle fan could ask for, in addition to not having to carry much of the baggage typically associated with muscular women.
There isn't a whole lot you can criticize about Alina. But we think of her as a Queen not just because of her crossover appeal, flawless beauty, perfect balance between muscularity and femininity, and considerable professional accomplishments. She's earned her Queen Status because she makes us feel things very few other women – muscular or not – can also conjure up.
One of her most famous talents is the ability to isolate her muscles and bounce them on command. It makes us swoon faster than a pack of teen girls at an Elvis concert circa 1956. She can wiggle her glutes, bounce her pecs, and make her quads dance as if it were a cast member of Soul Train. Her muscle control is a sight to behold. It takes your breath away. Your eyes are peeled to the screen as you watch her show off her skills. It's a shocking reminder of how in control she is of her body. She doesn't just spend hours a day at the gym building her body – she owns her body. It doesn't own her. She knows her physical self better than most of us think is even possible. That's quite an accomplishment.
Watching Alina control her muscles – and knowing that we can never do that no matter how hard we try – makes us appreciate her that much more. She's a Queen because she controls her domain with an iron fist. She's a Queen because she doesn't let anybody stand in her way. She's a Queen because she does what she wants, looks the way she wants, and pursues her dreams with reckless abandon.
For the longest time Alina chose not to get breast implants. Then, she went under the knife in 2017 and looks great as a result. Does she look better? Yeah, but once again this is a tricky area. That isn't to imply that she looked inferior before. She looked stunning before surgery and she still looks stunning today. Personally, I am not super picky about whether or not an FBB chooses to get breast implants. I love strong flat chested beauties as much as I love strong enhanced beauties. Fans may bicker and argue amongst themselves, but you'll find no quarrel with me.
Whenever I scroll through photos and videos of Miss Popa I'm reminded of the famous quote from William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet when Romeo remarks "Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." Likewise, before Alina, true beauty did not exist. You've never actually seen a truly breathtaking woman until you witnessed Alina in action. Watching her strut toward the camera, flex her quads, and give the viewer a sweet but naughty smile is enough to give us cardiac arrest. But more than that, it's sort of like a spiritual experience. Your brain realizes it's seeing something that's different from what it's seen before. It's difficult to explain, but universally understood by those who've experienced it.
Watching Alina is like being touched by the hand of divinity. You notice every muscle fiber, every curve, every fine detail of her immaculate body and wonder how a human being could possibly look that way. It's as though every "traditionally beautiful" woman you've ever seen don't matter anymore. Like Romeo, Shakespeare's famous male protagonist thought he'd seen it all. He thought he knew what a beautiful woman looked like. Then, he saw Juliet. And his whole world came to a crashing halt. His paradigm shifted. His perspective changed forever. What he thought he knew he immediately threw away into the trash can.
He knew nothing. And now he knows everything.
In similar fashion, we thought the "perfect woman" would look like Marilyn Monroe or Pamela Anderson or Trish Stratus or Megan Fox. Little did we know that our standards were way too low. Heck, our standards weren't even in the right curriculum. Alina Popa dominates them all. She vanquishes her enemies like Alexander the Great marching through Persia. She redefines beauty, or even transcends the word "beauty." Yes, that's more like it. She transcends all conventional wisdom.
Alina transcends the sport of bodybuilding. She's bigger than it – metaphorically speaking. She's in her own class. She may not be the most accomplished or legendary or historically noteworthy, but she's loved by everyone who knows her or knows of her. There's also something strangely pure about her. She rarely does nudity (only a few photos of her topless exist) and she never does any kind of porn. That isn't to demean any FBB who does go down that path, of course. But in Alina's case, it works to her advantage. She's sexy, but not in a naughty kind of way. She's sexy in a way that isn't wholesome (this isn't the Disney Channel), but it's not gratuitous either. Her sexiness is more charming than sinful.
If this seems like a series of rambling observations, that's because it's impossible to succinctly explain why Alina Popa is so amazing. All one can do is talk endlessly about why one loves her. It doesn't make sense. It's not rational. It's unambiguous, yet not easy to describe.
In short, Alina Popa is a Queen because she exhibits one characteristic that very few beautiful women can match: Control.
Her muscle control is one thing. Her control over our hearts and minds is another. She controls us. Her beauty, brains, personality, aura, and ethereal nature have us in the palm of her callused hand. She can do the most mundane activity and make us go crazy. She can walk down a hallway wearing heels. She can bake bread. She can sit on a couch and watch TV. She can lie down on a bed and simply look up at the camera and smile. She can just stand there wearing a bikini and not say a single word. Alina can do anything and still make us go gaga over her. She doesn't have to try to be sexy. She just is. Whether she's wearing sweatpants or an elegant dress or a sparkly bikini, Alina appeals to us no matter what.
Come to think of it, she's the most minimalistic female bodybuilder in the world. She's simple. She doesn't need to put too much effort into being sexually appetizing. She simply is…all because she busts her butt at the gym day-in and day-out. She makes immense sacrifices to look the way she looks. She puts in more work in a single day than most of us do in a month. And she does this because she wants to. It empowers her. It inspires her. It's motivates her to get out of bed every morning. It's her raison d'être. And we are grateful for her for making these tough decisions.
I believe Alina once told a story on Instagram about how her Romanian mother at first didn't approve of her daughter becoming a female bodybuilder because Romanian girls are supposed to be "narrow and skinny." But once Alina started winning trophies and accolades, her mother fortunately altered her opinion. Alina breaks stereotypes. She challenges what you thought you knew about female bodybuilders. And she does it with the cutest smile on her face.
Her muscle control mirrors her emotional control over her fans. Female bodybuilders are often described as being either "queens" or "goddesses." A goddess is a deity who's powerful but remains fairly detached from human civilization. A queen is also powerful but directly rules over her kingdom. A True Queen looks after her people with kindness, benevolence, and sternness. She's authoritative, but not oppressive. A True Queen earns the trust of her people, as opposed to ruling over them through fear. A True Queen's legitimacy comes from a place of love, not malice.
Alina Popa is loved. That is why she's a Queen. Not because she says she's a Queen, but because we say she's a Queen. Because we want her to be our Queen. She's a democratically elected Muscle Queen, not one imposed upon us by a third party. See the difference?
All hail Queen Alina!
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Angela Salvagno: A Female Bodybuilder for All Seasons
Posted on January 5, 2019 by ryantakahashi
Angela Salvagno is a woman for every season.
The Perfect Female Bodybuilder may not exist. Never has, never will. But "perfection," like any aesthetic (and non-statistical) standard, is all in the eye of the beholder. Perfection is an opinion more than an objective fact, something we should remember more often. It'll make our personal relationships much more bearable.
And, of course, no female bodybuilder will ever be universally liked. Or universally fawned upon. Or, for that matter, universally accepted as being "more than okay." Thankfully, consensus is not always the best measurement of one's self-worth. Especially when we live in a world where there are five (and counting) sequels to "Transformers." That's five too many.
Angela Salvagno isn't a consensus "favorite FBB of all time" pick. Nor is she someone who is polarizing. I don't think there are people who love or hate her. It seems more fair to say that there are people who love her, like her, are indifferent to her, and could not care less about her. Hate her? Nah. That's not a reasonable response.
Personally, I love Angela Salvagno. I think she's awesome. She isn't one of my all-time favorites, although she deserves to be in my top 10. As the kids like to say these days, she isn't the GOAT. Denise Masino is a GOAT. Alina Popa is a GOAT. Cindy Landolt is a GOAT.
Oh yeah. "GOAT" means Greatest of All Time. Not "goat" as in what Charlie Brown tried to avoid being labeled on the baseball mound.
Angela Salvagno is a Female Bodybuilder for All Seasons. That isn't to mean that she's philosophically, spiritually, and morally incorruptible in the face of external societal pressure. No, that would be Sir Thomas More. Rather, Miss Salvagno incorporates a multitude of characteristics that make up the identity of a modern female bodybuilder. She does many of them well. Not perfectly, but well enough to capture our undivided attention.
Angela Salvagno was born on January 13, 1976 in Willows, California. After growing up in Orland, CA, Angela now lives in South Florida. Or maybe she's moved back and resides in Northern California again. Who knows. Her biographical information is sketchy at best. She is of Italian, German, and Native American descent. She's always been sporty, having participated in baseball and Tae Kwon Do before pursuing bodybuilding. She began lifting weights at age 16 and competed in her first show when she was 23 (give or take). She started competing in 1999 and can still be seen on the stage today. That's 20 years as a serious competitor, for those of you keeping score at home. Most recently, she competed in the 2018 IFBB Tampa Pro, placing 11th in the Women's Bodybuilding category. Miss Popa finished 1st, naturally.
Speaking of which, unlike Alina Popa very few bodybuilding fans will consider Angela an elite competitor. Her résumé is still spectacular, though. She's done quite a lot in her career on the stage, but in recent years she hasn't made large waves. But she doesn't need to.
I've written about "classy" vs. "smutty" female bodybuilders before. As an example, Cindy Landolt and Deidre Pagnanelli are classy while Yvette Bova and Kathy Connors are smutty. Before we continue, I'd like to point out that these labels have nothing to do with who these women are individually. Rather, these are the public personas they've each chosen to adopt. This is how they choose to market themselves. Just because Cindy and Deidre keep nudity to a minimum (and never have sex on camera) doesn't mean they're prudes. Just because Yvette does videos where she has unprotected sex with a half dozen men all at once doesn't mean she's less deserving of respect. Her choice to be smutty is a personal choice. It empowers her. It enlivens her. It provides her with a steady career. And income. Regardless of which path these ladies choose to take, they all demand our love, affection, and most of all, utmost respect. Period, end of story. So this is not a judgement, but an observation.
That being said, Angela definitely leans in the "smutty" side of the spectrum. She is not hesitant about showing off her body. Every inch of her body. She's worked hard to achieve her physique and she wants the entire universe to see it on display. She isn't tall (she stands at only 5' 3") but she's statuesque nevertheless. She's perfectly sculpted. Her olive complexion allows her musculature to stand out. When she's strutting around in high heels, she achieves full Muscle Goddess status. And when she's being dirty…well, that's when she achieves full Sex Goddess status.
Physically, Angela is nearly everything you want in a female bodybuilder. I was surprised to see that she's only 5' 3". Another source says she's 5' 5". Regardless, I was shocked. When you watch her videos and see her photos, she looks like she's 6 feet tall. Towering. Authoritative. Powerful. In reality, she's shorter than me. That's an odd thing to think about. Her skin is perfect. It's golden brown like the spray tan most bodybuilders have to use when competing. I don't know if she uses any of that before walking on stage, but it doesn't appear as though she has to.
Her face is pretty, but not stunning. Angela is more beautiful than the clichéd "girl-next-door" aesthetic, but she isn't so gorgeous you feel like looking at her will turn you into stone. She has curves in all the right places but just enough muscle mass to appease those who value that sort of thing. She's feminine but tough. Cocky to the point that it may annoy you, but you don't care because you're captivated by her sensual personality. Miss Salvagno's "bad girl" act can wear thin at times, however that's a small bone to pick. Overall, there isn't much I can complain about her. I really, really like her. A lot. She is one of my favorites, after all.
An interesting observation: Like many FBBs, Denise doesn't do many videos where she's having sex with a man. She's done videos where she wrestles guys, but not too many where she's knocking boots with them between the sheets. There was, however, one noteworthy appearance on Showtime's reality show Gigolos. Angela appeared in episode 5 of season 4 that aired on May 16, 2013. She has sex with the show's star, Nick Hawk, after she shamelessly shows off her muscled physique for the camera. You can watch a clip of it on YouTube. You'll have to dig around for the entire thing.
But other than that, Angela remains surprisingly chaste on camera. She isn't quite like Denise Masino, whom I will compare Angela to momentarily. Denise is practically virginal when it comes to her on-camera persona. And on the other end of the continuum is Yvette Bova, who loves to stick as many penises into every orifice possible. Miss Bova craves getting it on with the cameras rolling. Denise is more shy – or professionally/morally/philosophically disinclined – about doing that. That's her choice, of course. Not a complaint.
Angela loves showing off her body and being sexy, even if doing the deed with a guy or gal isn't frequently part of the equation. I don't think that's anybody's loss. She gives us plenty to enjoy. When she isn't talking dirty to the camera, Angela can often be seen spreading her legs out wide and giving viewers an up-close look at her genitalia. Here is where it is appropriate to compare Miss Salvagno to Miss Masino.
Like Denise, Angela possesses beautiful genitalia. Long labia, enormous clitoris, pink vaginal walls, and neatly trimmed pubic hair give her the complete package. She's gorgeous down there. I can't tell if her clit is larger or smaller than Denise's, but that's almost beside the point. Both ladies have memorable genitals that fans cannot get enough of. It's hypnotic, an addictive drug you can't shake off. Once you get a good look at it, you'll want to see more of it, over and over again. And like Denise, Angela knows it's one of her most prized assets. It's her moneymaker. Her fans love what she's packing down there between her thick legs. She's sporting more meat than some guys can claim to have (although that's quite an exaggeration, so please forgive me). All in all, Miss Salvagno gives credence to the notion that women are independent and sovereign sexual beings who desire pleasure just as much as men do. If not more. There's no doubt that Miss Salvagno enjoys her sexual abilities.
Unlike Denise, Angela isn't as prolific in creating new videos for her fans. She'll do videos if approached by a multimedia production company like Aziani Iron or SheMuscle. But she isn't one to take matters into her own hands and film weekly videos of her doing sexy things like masturbating her clit or teasing us while wearing an enormous strap-on. As strange as this sounds in the 21st Century, Angela doesn't even appear to have a personal website. She's on Twitter and Instagram, though. But that's about it. Very odd for a female bodybuilder in 2019.
But that's okay. Miss Salvagno doesn't need to produce the same abundance of media as Miss Masino. That would be awesome, but it's her choice if she prefers to have a more low-key web presence. But what places her in the upper stratosphere of female bodybuilders is the fact that she can do it all. She's considered "mainstream" within the bodybuilding industry, but also dabbles in "adult entertainment" with gleeful pride. I'm guessing the taboo of female bodybuilders also doing porn has waned in recent years. In the past, I believe such activities would be frowned upon by competition judges. Today, it's most likely accepted (even begrudgingly) as the cost of doing business. More specifically, there isn't enough cost of doing business so modern day FBBs need to create their own business in order to put food on the table and keep the lights on.
So she can compete on the stage and at the same time mark her territory in the world of pornography. On top of that, she's well known among FBB fans worldwide. And she's considered conventionally beautiful too. Well, maybe not as gorgeous as a Victoria's Secret underwear model, but beautiful enough to make your heart flutter when you see her. She has a raspy voice, but she knows how to use it to her advantage. Especially when she's having an orgasm. When she's coming, she squeaks, squawks, and splutters to her heart's delight. She doesn't hold back. It's quite a sight to see! And music to my ears.
We must talk about this. Angela, like many FBBs, is one well-endowed woman. There's a reason why she isn't shy about showing off her clit for the camera. She also has meaty labia that can stretch for several inches. Five or six inches, maybe? It's hard to say for sure. Her considerable genitalia is a useful reminder that women are not merely men without penises. She may not have a penis, but she certainly has genitals. And unlike many women, her genitals are not entirely internal. Lots of it is external. I'm a big believer in the theory that this is at the heart of explaining our society's historical attitudes toward male and female sexuality.
It's easy to see men as sexual creatures because their sex organ is obvious. It's outward. It's external. It's plain to see. Women, by contrast, possess sex organs that are less obvious. The vagina is inward. It's internal. It's not something you can plainly see – unless she spreads her legs out wide and parts her folds with her fingers as if she's preparing to get a gynecological exam. Because of this difference, humankind naturally treats men as the proactive sexual provider and women as the passive sexual recipient. In the act of reproduction, that is technically true. But physiologically and psychologically speaking, that cannot be further from the truth.
The truth is that women are in fact sexual beings. They can be the proactive sexual provider if they are allowed to play that role. And, if they want to play that role. Many cultures forbid women from being the one who initiates sex. However, Angela Salvagno and many of her peers are living proof that this is a social construct, not destiny. Biology doesn't determine your fate. Miss Salvagno's meaty genitals prove that not only is she capable of experiencing sexual pleasure, but her genitals exist solely for sexual pleasure. Her genitals are not a commodity but a prize. It's a tool for pleasure. Her pleasure. If a partner happens to be involved with her journey in seeking pleasure, that's fantastic. But it's not a requirement. Far from it.
Instead, she can experience as many orgasms as she wants all on her own. She doesn't need a partner. She has her own fingers. And equipment like dildos, clit pumps, and vibrators. Her very existence is a slap in the face to the antiquated argument that women are not capable of being in charge of their own sexual destinies. This is part of why Angela is so special. Unlike the countless number of female porn actresses who participate in the world of "adult entertainment," Angela isn't trying to flatter her (almost) nonexistent male costar. She doesn't screech, scream, moan, groan, gasp, swear like a sailor, and cry out to the Almighty just because her male viewers like hearing that stuff and it makes her male costar look like a stud. She screeches and moans because she's enjoying herself. She's experiencing her pleasure the way she wants to experience it. With or without a partner.
Because Angela's gigantic genitals are right in front of you (of course, with a computer screen acting as a pesky medium), you cannot deny her sexual sovereignty. You cannot deny that her clit exists for one function only…and her willingness to utilize its function as often as she desires. Miss Salvagno is a Liberated Woman epitomized. She is who she is and she refuses to apologize if anybody is offended or disgusted by her antics.
Whether she's measuring the size of her clit when elongated in a clip pump tube or wearing a comically large brown strap-on dildo, Angela Salvagno knows she's sexy, knows her audience thinks she's sexy, and doesn't care that the general public ignores her. Heck, in that episode of Gigolos her scene partner Nick Hawk looks intimidated by her. Perhaps it's all an act (which is probably closer to the truth since there's nothing "real" about "reality television"), but he seems to appear like his masculinity is being tested when he's with her. She has big muscles like he does. She seems in control. He seems more like the client than she does. He feels compelled to prove his masculine superiority because her very presence challenges it.
Does he – and by vicarious extension, every man who is watching this episode – succeed? It doesn't matter, to be honest. Her feminine strength doesn't invalidate his masculine strength. She may make some men feel insecure (many FBBs do, for the record) about themselves, but that's more of a reflection of them than it is of her. She may excel at projecting the "bad girl" image, but that's not who she really is. She doesn't want to emasculate you…she just wants you to feel naughty.
Oh so naughty.
But if she happens to force you to reevaluate your own inflated sense of masculine superiority, so be it. If your ego is that overblown that you are genuinely intimidated by a strong muscular woman standing right in front of you, you probably deserve to feel a tad uncomfortable.
She is that multi-talented!
That is why Angela Salvagno is a Female Bodybuilder for All Seasons. She doesn't have Cindy Landolt's striking beauty, Denise Masino's endearing charm, Alina Popa's eye-popping physique, Yvette Bova's unrestrained smuttiness, or Minna Pajulahti's natural feminine grace. But she has just enough of all of those qualities to make her as lovable as any of them. She's isn't considered "elite" in any particular category, but she can hold her own when put to the test.
No matter where she is or what she's doing, she goes about her business with gusto, energy, and pride. She has only one life to live and she's making the most of it. No matter what season it is.
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Yvette Bova: A Guilty Pleasure
Posted on October 12, 2018 by ryantakahashi
She's not everyone's cup of tea, but she's definitely mine.
She isn't everyone's cup of tea. Heck, she might even convert you to drink coffee instead.
It wouldn't be fair to call her "polarizing," mostly because female muscle fans tend to be pretty open minded about the muscular ladies we love – which isn't to say that we don't have our personal favorites. But she definitely has her fans…and people who aren't her fans.
Yvette Bova is a one-of-a-kind. What one person loves about her someone else may find repulsive. And this isn't a case of "either you get her or you don't." Instead, this is a case of either Yvette appeals to you or she doesn't. She's larger than life – both physically and metaphorically. She refuses to apologize for who she is and embraces her uniqueness.
Perhaps that's the best way to describe Miss Bova: Unique.
Even within the relatively small world of female bodybuilders, Yvette stands out. She isn't the most accomplished or famous FBB around, but you know her when you see her. She's a self-made entrepreneur (and not in an annoying Silicon Valley kind of way) who understands what's appealing about her and does whatever she can to benefit from it. There's a lot to admire about that approach to life.
Yvette Bova was born on April 6, 1962 in Junction City, Kansas. She grew up in Denver, served in the U.S. Air Force for more than 13 years, and currently resides in Las Vegas. After leaving the armed forces, Yvette competed in several bodybuilding competitions from 1996 to 2006 as both a Middleweight and Light-Heavyweight competitor. Her accomplishments on the stage are modest, but it's not in the sport itself where Yvette made her name.
It was in the world of adult entertainment.
Starting in 2002, Yvette says she was approached by a porn producer at a gym in Los Angeles – which is probably the most L.A. thing to ever have happened in the history of L.A. – and asked to participate in a porn scene. After doing some "soul searching" for several days, she agreed to his request and did the scene. Chances are there was nothing memorable about this particular scene, but it did spark inside Yvette's mind the idea that she can make money off of her unique physique.
She's a strong, confident, sexually liberated black woman who decided to take charge of her life. This definitely counts for something! But she didn't become this way by waving trendy slogans around or using the right hashtags. She did this by taking action, refusing to bow down to societal pressure, and overcoming any obstacles that came her way. That's real strength.
Yvette's original website flamed out because the person she was working with was being difficult (pro tip: never allow your company's website to be controlled by anyone who isn't you). Learning from this unfortunate experience, Yvette launched a brand new website and multimedia business known as Club Yvette. Her video production company is YB Entertained Productions, a company she owns and operates. Today, Yvette is a self-made businesswoman who spends her time and energy celebrating the sexy side of female bodybuilders. She loves what she's doing and doesn't appear to be slowing down anytime soon. Her videos are mostly about her, but she's perfectly fine featuring other muscular ladies as well.
Miss Bova may be unique, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have peers.
At first glance, it's easy to make a direct comparison between Yvette Bova and Kathy Connors, the Devilishly Sexy Muscle Siren. It makes perfect sense. There are a lot of similarities between the two:
Both women are not what you would call "traditionally beautiful." Yet, they've transformed themselves into Unbelievably Sexy Muscle Goddesses through hard work, dedication, and sheer willpower.
Both women have their detractors, but none of that matters because they've come to embrace who they are and don't pretend to be someone they're not.
Both women are open about their sexualities and happily exploit it for financial gain.
Both women are perfectly cognizant of the fetishistic side of female muscle fandom and do not hesitate to capitalize off it.
Both women understand their niche audiences and do whatever they can to please them.
And finally, both women refuse to apologize for who they are, what they do, and why they do it. They're confident, bold, empowered, and strategically placed for success.
Yvette – and Kathy as well – has carved out a nice little space for herself on the Internet. Yvette has assets that many people in this world find appealing: Big muscles, comically large breasts, an uncompromisingly sexy attitude, and a willingness to showcase her body and sexuality for leering eyes. There aren't a whole lot of things she isn't willing to do for the camera. She'll participate in a "gang bang" with multiple guys. She'll do scenes with women. She'll masturbate. She'll do BDSM scenes. She'll have sex with a diverse group of men: old men, young men, skinny men, muscular men, ugly men, handsome men, white men, black men, men who are well endowed, men who aren't well endowed, and so on. She loves having sex, in case you haven't noticed! But more than that, she enjoys delivering what her fans crave.
This is part of her genius. If you love Yvette, you can watch her videos and easily imagine yourself in them as well. She has sex with good looking studs, but also gets freaky in the sheets with "average Joes" too. That works to her benefit. As viewers, we can vicariously place ourselves into the video because we see that she loves getting it on with many different types of men: both men who look like us and men who don't look like us. Because of this, we can seamlessly fantasize about being with her because her "standards" aren't so high that we aren't able to meet them.
For example, in one video Yvette will have sex with a guy with a 8-inch long penis and enjoy every minute of it. However, before we start to feel too insecure about ourselves, in the next video she has sex with a more normally endowed guy and still seems to enjoy it. Yes, it's all an act for the camera, but for the sake of vicarious entertainment it doesn't matter. What does matter is that we love Yvette because she's a pure Sex Kitten. She loves sex and doesn't really care who she has it with. Just as long as a dick is inside her, she's as happy as can be.
This is a complete contrast from Denise Masino. As noted in an earlier blog article, Denise rarely has sex with men in her videos (and if one exists, I'm yet to find it). This tactic also works to her advantage because the lack of a screen partner makes it easier for us to imagine us being her partner. That's why people get upset when their celebrity crush gets married or announces they have a boyfriend/girlfriend. The fantasy of being with them is ruined. We understand that we have no chance in Hell of actually being with them, but that's not why we're upset. We're disappointed because the fun has been drained out of the fantasy. The image of them kissing and cuddling an actual human being destroys the superfluous façade we've cultivated in our minds.
However, Yvette takes the complete opposite approach of Denise, yet they both achieve the same result. Denise doesn't have sex with any men. Yvette has sex with every kind of man. Either way, we are still able to imagine ourselves getting it on with both of them. In Denise's case, we can mentally situate ourselves as her missing partner. In Yvette's case, we feel empowered knowing that no matter who we are, she will embrace us with open arms. In other words, if Yvette is willing to have sex with a fat, old, balding man with a normal-sized penis…so can I!
The major difference between Yvette and Denise is that Yvette is less interested in being sexy and more interested in, well, having sex. Yvette loves having sex. A lot. More than we can comprehend. Unlike Denise, Amber DeLuca, Brandi Mae Akers, Angela Salvagno, or Emery Miller, Miss Bova doesn't care as much about building her brand as a Powerful Muscle Goddess. Instead, she wants to be known as a Sex Goddess Who Happens to Have Big Muscles. She's more interested in showing off her skills in copulating than she is in turning up the heat around her. She doesn't waste time with foreplay, preening, flirting, or building tension. She'd rather get the party started immediately and ignore all the pretense.
This approach doesn't appeal to everyone, but it doesn't have to. She embraces the "slutty" label as part of her brand. She loves pleasure, experiencing pleasure, giving pleasure, and having a good time. She loves the joys her flesh – and the flesh of her partners – can bring her. And for viewers who agree wholeheartedly, Yvette is the gift that keeps on giving.
Yvette loves to smile. She loves to laugh. She loves to experience orgasms. She loves to bring her partners to orgasm. She's tireless in her pursuit of pleasurable experiences. She's a pure hedonist. She loves to have fun.
She isn't scary, intimidating, or mysterious. Nothing about her is a mystery. She's transparent about what she enjoys and what motivates her when she wakes up every morning. Amber DeLuca, on the other hand, is widely recognized as a powerful muscle mistress who will dominate you without mercy. Yvette doesn't want to do that. She'd rather be a fun-loving gal who will bend over and take it from you with more enthusiasm than you'd think is possible.
What's jarring is that Yvette doesn't always "act" like a typical female bodybuilder. In her videos, she's often in a submissive role in relation to her screen partners. Whether she's on her knees giving blow jobs to a group of guys or getting pounded from behind by a handsome muscle stud while moaning in pleasure/pain, Yvette doesn't portray herself as a Dominant Muscle Siren nearly as often as one would expect. Or, she's seen as an equal to her partner – who isn't always muscular like she is. Regardless, despite her considerable muscle mass Yvette isn't afraid to play the role of the submissive one. She isn't always in control. She allows her partners to control what happens in the bedroom. And this is quite unusual for anyone who watches a lot of female muscle videos (we can all raise our hands on that one).
Despite her status as a strong muscular liberated black woman, she still willingly plays the role of the subservient partner who passively goes along with whatever happens to her. It's very strange to witness. Is this a strategic choice or an odd coincidence that shouldn't be thought about too deeply?
I'm willing to bet this provides valuable insight into her worldview. She isn't concerned with power dynamics or optics. She's willing to allow an average-looking white man to fuck her on camera and not care about how this looks from a "woke" social justice perspective. She isn't a postmodern feminist activist who is using the medium of pornography to "right historical wrongs" or "take back the power." She's instead a woman who loves to have sex and experience sex in a variety of ways. From her perspective, fun is fun. Fun shouldn't be limited by subjective elements like appearances, politics, power dynamics, race, or social status. If she's on top, great. If she's on the bottom, that's also great. No matter what, she's enjoying every minute of it.
If what happens on screen appears to be humiliating to her, she doesn't care about it. She's a physically and emotionally strong woman who doesn't give a single fuck about what society thinks. She can play the role of the submissive because she chooses to. Her videos may be politically incorrect from a feminist perspective, but she's not here to change the world. She's here to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh while she still has breath and entertain her beloved fans.
This is why Yvette has a following. The niche she's found for herself is simple: Politically incorrect hedonism. I don't know what her political/social beliefs are, but it doesn't matter. She's empowering herself in ways that not everyone will approve of. Many will shake their heads in disgust at the choices she makes. Yet, she pushes on, ignores the noise, and continues to live life the way she wants to. Isn't that the very definition of "liberation?"
For that, Yvette Bova is a guilty pleasure. When you watch her videos, you cannot help but feel conflicted. She's a female bodybuilder who doesn't always act like a typical female bodybuilder. She does scenes that don't always fit our expectations of what a strong muscular woman should be doing. Rian Johnson would be proud of how blatantly she seeks to subvert our expectations. Yvette is perfectly fine having "humiliating" things done to her like having semen smeared on her face or enduring the pain of a large dick penetrating her. She will bend over and let her partner(s) take control instead of the other way around. It perplexes us why she'd do this.
Yet, we must remind ourselves that Yvette has 100% creative control over the content she presents to the public. She owns the production company that produces her videos. She isn't at the mercy of a misogynistic film producer or a tyrannical studio system. She does what she does because she wants it to be that way. On purpose.
We desperately want her to be a strong independent black woman who takes control of the men around her and reclaims the power that has been denied her ancestors (however you define that). Yet, she doesn't always do that. She will allow a group of nameless and faceless white men have their way with her and won't think twice about posting it on her website. The socio-political ramifications be damned. We want her to control the situation, not be handcuffed by it. But for whatever incomprehensible reason Yvette doesn't always do what we want her to do.
So we enjoy her…and cringe while doing it. We get turned on by her…while reminding ourselves that it's okay to be turned on by her. We tell ourselves that she's a powerful woman in control of her environment…even if it doesn't appear so on the surface.
Naturally, Yvette is unique in other ways. She's larger than life. She's a comic book character conceived from the dark recesses of a female muscle fetishist's imagination. Unlike Nataliya Kuznetsova, Yvette's muscle mass is impressive but not eye-popping. What is remarkable about her appearance are her enormous breast implants that seem too large to be real. Does she get back pain from carrying around that much weight on her chest?
If you're a "boob guy," Yvette is your lady. She obviously has no qualms about going further than most women are willing to go. Everything about her is full throttle. Pedal to the metal. An 11 out of 10. Amped up. Excessive. Bold. Subversive. Provocative. She doesn't hold back. She isn't afraid to "go there" and put herself in situations many of us would find uncomfortable.
She's a porn star who isn't ashamed of her body, her sexuality, her accomplishments, her desires, her preferences, and her art. Yes, it's a bit strange to label smutty porn as "art," but it is nevertheless. It's not artfully produced, but it does make a bold statement. Her videos say "this is who I am and if you don't like it you can leave and go somewhere else."
Her videos also say "however, if you do like it then you are welcomed to stay and enjoy the ride!"
Her appearance can be grotesque, even to the most compassionate female muscle fan. But that's part of her charm. She knows many people will stumble upon her videos and leave disparaging comments. She knows ignorant trolls will say she "looks like a man" or "women shouldn't look like that" or "nobody wants to see that!" She ignores that and soldiers on anyway. She understands not everyone will embrace her, but the small number of people who do are in for a treat.
Yvette doesn't try to be classy. She doesn't seek your approval. Her brand is trashy and that's the way she likes it. She produces smut that titillates our senses, not high art that stimulates our brains. She's that b-level horror movie you giddily snuck into as a teenager. You promised your parents you're seeing The Poseidon Adventure when you're actually going to watch Pink Flamingos. She's a human exploitation film, a delight on screen that you know you shouldn't enjoy but do anyway. She's pure smut. You feel dirty after watching her in action. And we love her for it.
Enjoying Yvette's exploits is like being entertained by a badly dubbed 1970s Hong Kong action movie or laughing at an offensive comedian's bad jokes. You know you shouldn't. You know it's bad for you. You know it's not socially acceptable. You know there are a million rational reasons why you should walk away and go to your local church to confess your sins. But you don't. You sit there and smile at what you see unfold before you.
Heck, even the most hardcore female muscle fan may feel apprehensive about admitting that they like Yvette. You may say to yourself "I respect her, but she ain't my style" while proceeding to jerk off while thinking about plowing your face into her enormous pillows. You may feel ashamed afterward and immediately delete your browsing history, but when the time comes around again you'll happily repeat the shenanigans.
That's the very definition of a guilty pleasure!
Yvette Bova isn't my favorite FBB or even in my top 10. But I have a lot of respect for her. Seriously. She's a smart businesswoman who has taken control of her destiny. She's intelligently carved out a small group of fans and has given them exactly what they want repeatedly throughout the years. Like Denise Masino and Amber DeLuca, Yvette understands why certain guys love female bodybuilders and produces content that satisfies their fetishes. Yvette wasn't born with the same natural beauty Cindy Landolt possesses and that's perfectly okay. She doesn't need to be considered conventionally beautiful. She can use her monstrousness to her advantage. She's a truly Beautiful Monster who creeps us out and devilishly arouses us at the same time.
She isn't perfect in every way, but she's perfectly fine with who she is.
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Oh, Cindy
Posted on September 12, 2018 by ryantakahashi
Sometimes, perfection is attainable.
It doesn't happen often. But when it does, you notice. Big time. You don't need to be an art connoisseur to know that Michelangelo's painting on ceiling of the Sistine Chapel is a once-in-a-millennium masterpiece. You don't need to be an expert in music theory to agree that Beethoven's 9th symphony is one of the greatest compositional achievements of all time. You don't need to be an erudite dramaturg to understand that William Shakespeare's Hamlet deserves its uniquely special place in theatre history.
There are many other examples of masterpieces in the world of art, literature, music, architecture, film, and photography. But there is one human being in particular who has achieved something that sounds rather strange when you say it out loud. And many of you should agree with me on this.
This person has achieved Human Perfection.
She's perfect in every way. Her body, her looks, her intelligence, her personality, her accomplishments, everything and anything. She's the perfect "bridge" female bodybuilder who pleases both the hardcore Female Muscle Fans and the non-Female Muscle Fans. She may even be able to convert a few cynical Female Muscle Haters. She's curvy, strong, feminine, classically beautiful, independent, compassionate, relatable, charismatic, unforgettable, and instantly alluring. Once you are introduced to her, you cannot go back. She's forever burned into your memory.
You begin to wonder what your existence was like before you discovered her: How on Earth was I able to survive without knowing she was out there? Did I really grow up thinking Megan Fox was the pinnacle of female beauty? Did I truly understand what "beauty" really was before knowing this woman had existed? Why did I spend so much of my time jerking off to Katy Perry when someone infinitely more gorgeous was just a simple Google search away?
The answers to these questions are simple: You hadn't discovered her yet. And once you did, your paradigm shifts so drastically it makes Pangaea's supercontinental break-up seem trivial enough to belong in a Taylor Swift album.
Who is this Mystery Woman I am cryptically referring to?
Cindy Landolt, of course!
Oh, Cindy.
Cindy, Cindy, Cindy.
You truly are a Female Muscle Fan's dream come true. You are the physical embodiment of human perfection. When we look up "beautiful" in the dictionary, we'll see a picture of you. That's who you are. Beautiful in every sense of the word…and then some.
Cindy Landolt was born on January 11, 1985 in Wetzikon, Switzerland. The Swiss Muscle Goddess has always lived an active life, enjoying skiing, hiking, and mountain biking as a little girl (aren't these typical activities of any self-respecting Swiss citizen?). She currently lives in Zurich but travels a lot, essentially making the entire world her home. Unlike many of the women we love, Cindy has never been a competitive bodybuilder. She finds such rabid competition distasteful and would rather spend her creative energy lifting up others instead of trying to defeat people.
Good for her!
At age 16 she stopped training to be a gymnast because of her considerable height. Standing at 5'10", she's a striking woman who is far from being a dainty ingénue. She's a Super Woman who appropriately personifies the "Goddess" label. As a young adult Cindy embraced resistance training. Then she enrolled in the Swiss Academy of Fitness and Sports to become a qualified personal trainer and fitness instructor, learning the ropes of becoming a certified nutrition, rehabilitation, strength training, weight loss, and sporting coach. In 2009 she founded her own personal training company in Zurich. Her clients are diverse in their goals, but her approach remains the same: she prioritizes growth and progress over an unhealthy hyper-focus on end results.
She's also been on the cutting edge of virtual training. People all over the world – and that is not an exaggeration – can sign up for 1:1 online training and nutrition consultations. How she finds the time to manage all her business obligations is beyond me. I'm guessing she has to be selective about who her clients are. But nevertheless, she should be commended for being so tech-savvy, forward-thinking, and proactive in knowing where the fitness industry is going and how to exploit the voids in the market.
Cindy is a flawlessly beautiful woman. She is perfect. Ed Sheeran, eat your heart out. And best yet, as I mentioned earlier she has the potential for major cross appeal of which very few of her peers can boast.
She has plenty of muscle to appease the committed fans of female bodybuilders. She is also "safe" in that she's conventionally beautiful, curvy, and unambiguously feminine. It's a shame that traditional femininity is somehow a necessity for obtaining mainstream appeal, but it is what it is. But as it stands today, Cindy is not actually a mainstream celebrity. She's well-known within female muscle fandom circles and the fitness industry, but don't expect Miss Landolt to appear on the cover of Vogue anytime soon.
Her physique defines the word "statuesque." She looks like she was chiseled out of marble, her flesh carved out of an artist's erotically-charged imagination. She seems too good to be true. Too beautiful to be real. Too perfect to be comprehended. But alas, she is a real human being. She does exist. In our world. She didn't fall from Heaven. She was born of fellow human beings. She is a woman, not a Goddess. A lady, not an angel. A mortal, not a deity.
But in our feverish imaginations, she is in fact a Goddess. She defies explanation. We are addicted to her and we cannot get enough. We need our daily Cindy fix, like a junkie furiously looking for their shady supplier. Unlike "normal" beautiful women, Cindy casts a spell on us that's difficult to articulate into words. But I'll try.
Let's compare Cindy Landolt to Pamela Anderson. If you grew up in the 1990s, you knew who Pamela Anderson was. If you were a pubescent boy who spent his formulative years during the height of Miss Anderson's fame, you definitely were aware of who she was. Is Pamela Anderson a flawless woman? Well, yes and no. She's as physically attractive as any mainstream celebrity who has ever walked this Earth. No doubt about that. She was an international superstar for a damn good reason.
However, Pamela felt very two-dimensional. She was the perfect "Fantasy Woman," a teenage boy's ideal wet dream. She tapped into the naughty side of our psyches, providing us the perfect avenue for exploring our newfound sexualities. The scandals she faced, the high profile failed marriages, the "leaked" sex tape; all of it helped build her up as once-in-a-generation sex kitten who defined the decade and the childhoods of millennial men everywhere. The same could be said for Carmen Electra, Cindy Margolis (remember her?), or Jennifer Lopez.
Cindy, on the other hand, is more three-dimensional. She isn't just the perfect "jack off" material. No, that's not her at all. She's classy. She's mature. She's mannered. She has standards. She values her reputation. She isn't reckless. She's a forward-thinker. She isn't obsessed with being popular or going "viral." Rather, she's carved out a niche for herself in an industry where entrepreneurship is the name of the game. You don't get to "break into" the fitness industry like you do Hollywood. You make your own name for yourself. It's all on you.
"Classy" is the best way to describe Cindy. She's never crude or rude. She's sexy, but not dirty. There are layers to her personality. She's beautiful on the outside, but equally beautiful on the inside. The genuinely wants to help people, an altruistic spirit that is in short supply in show business. She isn't a "sex symbol." She isn't any kind of symbol. She is who she is. What we see is what we get. She isn't trying to put on a façade for the masses. She's a businesswoman. An athlete. A coach. An expert. A model. She's someone we aspire to become, whether we're male or female.
This level of classiness can sometimes annoy her fans. Cindy never does full nudity in her photoshoots. You'll never – at least not yet – see her nipples or genitals on full display. Yes, Instagram and other social media channels prohibit that sort of thing. But she doesn't go there even on platforms (such as her personal website) in which anything is fair game. She chooses to be sexy in an elegant manner. She intentionally doesn't give you everything you want.
The reason she's shied away from doing fully nudity is unknown. I'm going to guess that she doesn't want her brand to be associated with pornography. She wants to embrace her visual beauty, but not in an X-rated kind of way. She's more PG-13. Sensual, yes. Graphic, no.
Also, in 2013 she did something groundbreaking that split her fanbase in half. She got breast implants. Before, Cindy was all natural and allowed her breasts to shrink as a result of gaining muscle. But in the spring/summer of that year, she did the unthinkable and "enhanced" herself. Unlike Yvette Bova her new endowments aren't comically large. They're certainly big, but not distracting. Well, maybe a little distracting. I suppose I mean they aren't so big they bother you. It's all semantics.
Anyway, her boob job five years ago confirmed that she's not shy about showing off her sexual attractiveness. Whether she did it for personal or business reasons, Cindy made the decision to increase her sex appeal. Now random haters can't really claim that she isn't completely feminine. She's damn muscular…and curvy in all the right places.
In addition to not doing nudity, she doesn't do any kind of hardcore porn whatsoever. Denise Masino, Angela Salvagno, Amber DeLuca, Brandi Mae Akers, and countless others are perfectly willing to show off every square inch of their bodies. Every. Square. Inch. They don't leave anything to the imagination. Denise is so open about showcasing her genitalia that a gynecologist can probably give her a half-decent examination just by watching one of her videos. That is, assuming this doctor can concentrate properly while watching said video.
Unlike those ladies, Cindy keeps it fairly clean. Of course, not G-rated or PG-rated by any stretch of the imagination. She'll show off her naked butt, back, and almost everything else. Just not her full breasts and genitals. She'll pose in a sexy bikini or sultry lingerie if she feels inclined to. Just not in her birthday suit. If she is nude, she'll artfully cover up certain areas in order to maintain her self-imposed limitations. Will her fans ever get to "see it all?" Eh, probably not. But I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing.
Oh, and Cindy never has sex on camera. But that's sort of a given. It deserves to be mentioned.
In many ways, Cindy's appeal is based on how much we love to fantasize about her. We know we have 0% chance of getting to be with her. So all we can do is imagine what she'd be like as a lover. How is she in bed? How would she act in the bedroom? Would she be on top or bottom? Would she take control or let her partner carry the reins? What does her, uh, clit look like? Is it enormous like Denise's? Or more "normal" in size? How large is her labia? How pink is her vagina?
These are, admittedly so, creepy questions. Very creepy. But can any of you say with any integrity at all that these thoughts haven't crossed your mind?
The fact we don't associate Cindy with being a smutty female bodybuilder is an intentional choice. That's not who she is. I'm certainly not judging any FBB who does choose to do porn – but Miss Landolt prefers to keep her sex appeal modest in nature. She sure as heck isn't shy about showing off her body – and we are all infinitely grateful for that – but she does so tastefully.
She values personal empowerment. She loves to make people feel and live better. She serves people. She genuinely wants to make the world a better place, one personal training session at a time. And if she can find time to do some modelling, so be it. That's her way of adding more beauty to the Universe. And she succeeds at that with flying colors.
For the uninitiated, Cindy Landolt may be a revelation. A paradigm shift. An awakening. She could be the one who converts someone over to "our side." As I mentioned before, she's a bridge. She can live in both worlds and accomplish the nearly impossible task of pleasing both sides. It's remarkable.
In a weird way, Cindy Landolt is a very charitable woman. She's beautiful and she loves sharing her beauty with the world. That's a rather odd way of phrasing it, but it's true: She's charitable with her beauty. For her Instagram followers and millions of others who follow her elsewhere, we need our daily dose of Cindy. If we need something to brighten our day or help us unwind after a long day at the office, we can just scroll through Cindy's IG feed and…that'll do the trick. It's like a medicine that can cure the blues.
We don't typically view modeling as being an act of charity. We usually look at modeling as a means for corporations to sell more clothing, makeup, jewelry, perfume, and diet books. Within our free market capitalistic system, models add sex appeal to products in order to help them sell better. Yet, Cindy is a different matter. Obviously, she models because it helps promote her personal training business. And she probably finds it personally empowering. That's all fine and dandy. But her modeling also serves as an act of almsgiving. A virtuous donation that helps make society a better place to live for all of us.
Her beauty isn't just intoxicating. It isn't just alluring. It isn't just addicting. It's a dose of fresh air. It's medicinal. It's therapeutic. It's just what the doctor ordered!
Cindy Landolt's beautiful face and body aren't just art. They're a fountain of joy. Her beautiful body truly adds color to the dark palette of our existence. She is light where there is darkness. She brings hope where there is despair. She creates joy where there is melancholy. She is a much-needed beacon of beauty in a world of ugliness.
Cindy is, simply put, perfection. In every imaginable way.
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We Need to Talk About Nataliya Kuznetsova
Posted on August 17, 2018 by ryantakahashi
This is a real human being. Seriously.
By now, you should be familiar with Nataliya Kuznetsova.
Nataliya is the kind of woman that even the most wildly imaginative female muscle fan will admit – if they're pressed into being realistic for a hot minute – can't ever really exist.
No woman, even with the help of all the synthetic steroids, supplements, food, weightlifting equipment, and expertise possibly available, can ever actually look like that. Whether you've been a bona fide female muscle fan for 40 years or 40 days, you've seen your fair share of muscular women. Perhaps even in-person. Yet, the rational part of your brain understands full well that no woman can ever look like her. No woman can ever have arms the size of a Mr. Olympia contestant. Or legs so thick that they resemble actual tree trunks. That's not physically possible. It's not scientifically possible. It's even too absurd to draw a cartoon that looks like that.
Uh, right?
Well, you would be wrong. There is in fact one particular woman who walks on planet Earth – or is it continuously squats and bicep curls on planet Earth? – who defies your expectations of what a female bodybuilder can and cannot look like. She challenges what you previously thought was the limits of human achievement. Sure, guys who take drugs and work out like a madman with his hair on fire can become that huge. But…a woman?
No way! No how! That ain't right!!!
Yet, it is so right. And it is possible. Her name is Nataliya Kuznetsova.
Nataliya was born on July 1, 1991 in the city of Chita, Zabaykalsky Krai in Russia. She was born just a few months before the Soviet Union officially dissolved; and although the Iron Curtain had fallen, a child had been born who would take her iron pumping quite seriously (did you see what I did there?). She has won many accolades in her life, including being the bench press and deadlift world champion. She's also a champion armlifter, which should come as no surprise to anyone who's ever seen her arms.
She aspired to become a professional bodybuilder at age 14 and never looked back. In addition to breaking several records, she's dabbled in the field of coaching and personal training – which is not uncommon for many bodybuilders, both male and female. She's maintained a strict diet since the early days of her career, which has clearly paid dividends. After graduating from the Moscow State Academy of Physical Culture in 2013, Nataliya proceeded to pursue her dream of shattering several powerlifting records.
And put her name in the record books is exactly what she did. In 2014 and 2015 she won various contests in Russia and Europe. While it doesn't appear that she continues to compete in powerlifting, she's since gained international notoriety for her unusual eye-popping physique that she proudly promotes on her social media channels.
Oh boy. And she's also not shy about her usage of anabolic steroids and estrogen blockers. I mean, it's not humanly possible to get as huge as her without drugs. We all know that. But in her case, it isn't really about whether or not she "fairly" achieved her musculature. What really matters is that she looks exactly how she looks – and that's the way she wants it.
Her brand is dependent upon the final result, not the process it took to get to that final result.
Muscles on the beach.
Nataliya is the Ultimate Real Human Photoshop Illusion. You'd swear that she's not actually real. She must be the product of a female muscle growth fiction artist's imagination. Someone must've artificially enhanced her arms and legs. Or, someone superimposed a male bodybuilder's arms onto her torso, like a G.I. Joe action figure's arms being popped inside a limbless Barbie doll.
Yet, that is not the case. She is not a character in an FMG story. Nor are photos of her not genuine (to be fair, very few Instagram and magazine photos are 100% genuine) in the proper sense of the word. Her biceps are really the size of most guys' quads. Her quads are really as thick as your girlfriend's torso. It's all true. It's definitely not all natural, but if we're only interested in aesthetics, who cares?
And that's the crux of the argument. Whether she could ever achieve so much muscle mass naturally – the short answer is "no way, José" – is not the point. Insecure guys who constantly insist that she's "juicing" or "roiding up" are just projecting their own inadequacies onto a complete stranger. They're envious that they are unable to get that "swole," so they need to add as many caveats as possible onto Nataliya's achievements because it, uh, makes them feel better. Or something like that. I don't know exactly.
But that's not really where I'm getting at. Nataliya is noteworthy because she is who she is. Whether she "cheated" or did it through unnatural means isn't what's truly important. What's important is that she's a human cartoon in the flesh. She's a female muscle fan's dream come true, if extreme FMG artwork happens to be your thing. It's not for me personally, but it doesn't have to be. I can acknowledge her importance without being totally smitten with her looks.
Personally, Nataliya is a bit too much. Everything about her is superhuman, including her lips. Dang. She makes Angelina Jolie look like the before-and-after photo at a lip enhancement surgeon's office. I tend to prefer ladies who are both large and traditionally curvy. Alina Popa is my jam. So is Isabelle Turell. And Shannon Courtney. And Theresa Ivancik. And Lindsay Mulinazzi. And many others. I have nothing against Miss Kuznetsova as a human being. I'm sure she's cool and pretty interesting to be around. Apparently, she's bisexual – which will make any FMG artist go hog wild when crafting erotically-charged dime novel-style fan fiction.
Perhaps this is a reflection of my limited imagination. Is Nataliya's physique now the new Mount Everest? Are former Ms. Olympia contestants like Iris Kyle, Tina Chandler, Debi Laszewski, Anne Freitas, and Yaxeni Oriquen-Garcia merely the tip of the iceberg? Previously, we may have thought of these ladies as being at the peak of the female muscle pecking order. But maybe our standards were set too low. Maybe women like Nataliya Kuznetsova (are there any others like her? Asking for a friend) are where the proverbial bar is now set. Or should be set. It's not enough to train for a few hours, give yourself a couple of rest days, and intersperse within your daily routine plenty of Tupperware containers full of brown rice, grilled chicken, and boiled broccoli. Perhaps the new normal should be to train for several hours a day – as if it's practically a part-time job – and eat as much protein as you possibly can without throwing up. This doesn't sound particularly appealing, but one must suffer for one's art.
Nataliya's quads don't lie.
Hm. Maybe that's exactly the point. One must suffer for your art. In Nataliya's case, her body is her art. Her muscles are her canvas. Dumbbells, vitamin supplements, anabolic steroids, and protein are her paintbrushes. And her Instagram feed is her museum. And we are patrons of her art. Instead of sipping champagne, we down a carton of Muscle Milk. Same thing.
All bodybuilders are artists as well as athletes. They might consider themselves athletes first and foremost, and that would be their prerogative. But whether they consciously consider it or not, they're also artists. Michelangelo used marble. Nataliya uses her own flesh and blood. That sounds odd, but it's true. Bodybuilders don't try to hit a baseball into the centerfield bleachers or dunk a basketball over a 7-foot tall defender. They try to look awesome, prioritizing muscle mass, symmetry, and aesthetic perfection over all else.
Yet, I'm perfectly fine with Nataliya being the exception and not the rule. She can be an Internet sensation who makes our eyes pop out of our skulls. She can be someone who essentially provides fodder for clickbait articles on second-rate news aggregate sites. I highly doubt female muscle fans worldwide are clamoring for more women to look like her. If more do choose to look as extreme as possible, so be it. But we're perfectly content with more "conventional-looking" female bodybuilders (as contradictory as that may sound) such as Miss Popa and Miss Ivancik. At least, they're conventional within the context of the world of female bodybuilding.
Here's a question: Is Nataliya Kuznetsova good or bad for female bodybuilding and fans of female bodybuilders? It's the question sports commentators always make regarding dynasties like the Golden State Warriors, New England Patriots, the UConn women's basketball team, Alabama football, Manchester United, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe (ha ha). Is dominance a good thing? Can the lack of parity hurt the overall product? Or does it enhance it? Is temporary dominance – because dominance rarely lasts forever – actually a good thing because it provides an incentive for others to work harder in order to catch up?
Chances are she's not going to have much of an effect on anything. Nataliya exists in her own little universe. She's carved out her own unique niche. She doesn't really exist in the realm of bodybuilding because she isn't a competitive bodybuilder (to my knowledge). She's a mini-celebrity whose body is her selling point. Her extreme physique is why she's famous, not because she climbed up the industry ladder or won so many accolades that we cannot help but notice her. In a way, she's the perfect example of how the entrepreneurial female bodybuilder is most likely the archetype that will survive the longest.
Ever seen someone like this at the gym? Yeah, didn't think so.
The bodybuilding industry's marginalization of female competitors doesn't need to be rehashed here. The death of the Ms. Olympia is really all you need to know. Wings of Strength is doing their best to resuscitate the spirit of the Ms. O, and we wish them all the best in this endeavor. Long story short, female bodybuilders need to find alternative avenues of earning an income in order to continue doing what they love to do.
Nataliya has done exactly that.
She's found a void and filled it perfectly. Impeccably. She busted her tail to look as hypermuscular as possible. She knew not everyone would dig her look, but that didn't matter one iota. There are plenty of people who will. And do. She's made sacrifices – including long-term risks to her body – to achieve her Human Photoshop figure. She was able to go "viral" because she stood out from the rest of the herd. There are plenty of muscular women out there. But few are as surreal in their musculature as her.
So because of that, she was able to break through in front of more "mainstream" eyes because of her freakish physique. Cindy Landolt or Minna Pajulahti are famous within the small community of female muscle fans, but Nataliya has been able to rise above that and attraction attention from non-female muscle fans. And chances are pretty good that for many people, Nataliya is the only muscular woman whom they care to follow on social media. She's "famous" – in a 21st century viral Internet meme sense – for being a living and breathing statistical outlier, not because she happens to be a female bodybuilder who's broken the mold of her predecessors and peers.
And that's the meat and potatoes of our discussion. Miss Kuznetsova is nothing more than a freakish statistical outlier to the vast majority of Internet-savvy people out there. She won't help the visibility of the female bodybuilding industry. She won't hurt it either, but that's beside the point. She's a Human Island. A once-in-a-lifetime Black Swan Event. She's like the people who love to follow Tiger Woods but couldn't care less about other golfers.
There are golf fans. And there are Tiger Woods fans. And they are often not one and the same. Likewise, there are Nataliya Kuznetsova fans. And there are female muscle fans. And they are not necessarily the same thing.
Can't tell if those are her quads…or an actual tree trunk.
Some people love Eminem but don't particularly like hip hop. Some people loved "The Dark Knight" but never read a single Batman comic book. And some people are enamored with Nataliya Kuznetsova but couldn't identify Alina Popa in a police lineup.
Life is funny like that.
Whether you love her, hate her, or have neutral feelings about her, one thing is certain: You're totally justified to initially think that this woman couldn't possibly exist. This has got to be like "Simone," that 2002 Al Pacino movie about a movie star who's digitally animated and isn't really real. Certainly Nataliya has got to be a digital avatar, right? A fake persona meant to punk all of us into thinking a woman could genuinely build muscle mass that male bodybuilders could only dream of? Well, the truth is that she's real. Very real.
I have no idea how long she can maintain her physique. I'm not a nutritional scientist or biology expert, but it seems reasonable to worry about her long-term health. All that animal protein, steroids, and hormone-blocking drugs can't be good for you. Years and years of living like that should eventually take its toll, right?
Eh. Maybe, maybe not.
For now, let's just appreciate who she is and what she's been able to accomplish thus far. Only time will tell as to how much of an impact she's making on the visibility of female bodybuilders, if any at all.
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