Aug 4, 2018
The Beefcake Bust of Burk's Falls
Here's why. A very scary high dive.
I figured there must be hundreds of other photos of guys jumping off that monster, a perfect beefcake opportunity (we find people more attractive in scary situations).
So I looked up Burk's Falls.
It's a village of 1,000, in a region advertised as "the Great Canadian Wilderness" although it's only 273 km north of Toronto. A lot of vacation cottages.
Retired art teacher Peter Camani has spent 25 years building the castle and filling the grounds with hundreds of screaming head sculptures.
I assume he's gay. Why not?
Visitors are welcome to roam the grounds, but the castle is off limits except for one day a year, when Camani hosts an arts festival.
I assume they're gay, too.
I couldn't find that particular high dive -- it must be long gone -- or any photos of people swimming or diving anywhere near Burk's Falls. Except for this long shot.
I highly doubt that they really belong to the Crips, an African-American gang from south central L.A. known for its drug trafficking and violence.
But apparently the youth of the great Canadian wilderness like to pretend.
Nothing else to do, now that the high dive is gone.