Girl on girl: Staring down the male gaze
For about the first year and an half of my time practicing lucha libre, I was the only woman who trained at our gym. While I was limited by the […]
For about the first year and an half of my time practicing lucha libre, I was the only woman who trained at our gym. While I was limited by the […]
As I mentioned briefly in my post about selecting a name, I am not Mexican. I am, in fact, a pretty common specimen of white (aside from the 1/8 of my […]
I have mixed feelings about Nacho Libre, most of them tending toward general dislike. I’ve never been overly fond of Jack Black’s humor to begin with, and for that reason alone […]
Brightly colored spandex, closely kept secret identities, powers like flight and super-strength. Sound familiar? Story of my life. I firmly maintain that being a luchador or luchadora is by far […]
The amount of spandex worn whilst doing lucha libre is not for the faint of heart. However, given lucha’s history of barrel-shaped, corpulent, strong-bodied wrestlers, a lean figure is by […]
A few questions I regularly get asked: “Are you the only woman?” “Do you wrestle men?” “And… there are no other women?” A bit redundant, no? Welcome to my life. […]