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When you (accidentally) came out at work, you expected your older coworker to be pretty cold with you, but actually he seemed to talk to you even more now. Apparently he had a gay son, and he seemed pretty proud of the guy. It didn’t take long for him to float the idea of setting the both of you up on a date.
You had some reservations about the idea, both from a workplace and a “there’s no way this will actually work out” standpoint, but after moving to your current job, your dating pool was the size of a small puddle. So you decided to oblige him at least once. The worst that could happen was that it would be one awkward night, and you knew that your coworker wouldn’t hold it against you if things didn’t work. You jokingly asked about what he looked like, so that you could find him on the night of the date.
“Oh, well, he certainly stands out in a crowd.” your coworker said. He pulled out his phone and with a couple taps, showed you a picture of his son.
What you saw was an absolute beast of a man standing right next to your coworker, only in his underwear, flexing as hard as he can. Looking at his face, he was probably a little younger than you, but he was packed to the brim with muscle, with massively bloated thighs and monstrous biceps. His pecs looked like they were pushed up against his chin, and fuck, his lats just pushed so far out from his body. God, he looked like he was about to pop! You could barely comprehend that this man was real, much less you coworker’s son!
“This was from when he was training for a bodybuilding competition a couple years ago. He always gets embarrassed when I show his older pictures, but I don’t want to spoil on you on the real thing. He’s bigger than this now.” Your coworker gave you a small wink as you stared at the picture.
You couldn’t focus for the rest of the day, as you were too busy wondering what kind of monster you were going to see when you actually went on that date.
Flesh loves flesh.
Flesh calls out to flesh, saying ‘make more of me.’
The more flesh exists the louder its voice. The more insistent its call to increase.
The never-ending song of flesh, the never-ending crescendo of growth and the desire for growth.
There is no limit. There is no point when flesh will fall silent and say ‘enough.’ For those who hear it, the call to grow and grow is a constant, an ostinato.
There will come a time when you can no longer heed your flesh and its insistent song. Circumstances intervene: accident, illness, injury, age. Or you grow deaf to the song of flesh, no longer hear its call, lapse back into the ranks of the everyday.
But until then, you will heed it.
You will grow because your flesh demands that you grow. And its demand grows as you do. Listen:
Louder. Larger. Louder. Larger.
