Updated September 15th, 2015
It has been a while and I apologize. I have enjoyed chatting with the few gentlemen who have made the "cut" with me. I am picky but with the right guys I love talking about my experiences, strength and power. Today's update will be something for the "Numbers Guys" because there are a lot of you out there! I did all these lifts/measurements in the past week.
26.5 inch thighs,
17.5 inch calves,
16 1/4 inch biceps,
bench 235 for 2 reps
Leg press 1,000 for 3 reps
Squat 280 for 3 reps
Deadlift 300 for 2 reps
Updated April 3rd, 2015
I was the victim of an April Fools joke. My husband and children played the joke on me, a very realistic rat in the shower. Our children loved it. I wasn't sure if my husband should have pre-warned me or not. Either way, it was an excuse for me to discipline him behind closed doors. He had no idea it was coming, but when the children were fast asleep, I grabbed down his pants and my long, strong, potentially lethal hands grabbed his package as I informed him of the insensitivity of his April Fool's Joke. I don't think he was thinking about the issue, I think he was thinking about his twig and berries. I began making out with him and the rough stuff ended, but I had my fun.
Updated March 21st, 2015
Well, Brendon must have found last month's match more fun than terrifying. He asked to grapple with me again and I asked him if he's a glutton for punishment or wants to learn. He smiled and said "both". We did a lot of really good instructional, practice work for 45 minutes before we went a full, genuine 1 on 1. I sometimes forget how stupid men are. He walked right into an arm bar. Next fall, right into a triangle choke. Next right into a hold I can't even describe where both his arms were twisted behind his back and he was eating the mat. Lastly I just sat on his chest and folded his legs up and back. His penis was, again, half a foot in the air as I mocked him and told him his little general sure likes to stand and salute. He kept saying "no, no, no" and I didn't know why...then I found out. His little general blew. I laughed and told him I had never heard of a guy losing his load barely being touched. Live and learn!
Updated February 28th, 2015
I have gotten less mean spirited over the years, but no less dominant. I was placed against a 203 pound gentleman, 19 years old for grappling. Being in the 188 range myself, doubling his age but having a lot more experience, I was good with the match-up. When I saw him, I knew it was going to be a wipe out. Brendon has all the makings of a real dough boy. The way he carried himself, his physique, it didn't look like this was going to be the challenge I hoped for. I found that he was, indeed, a very soft man with a tendency to get hard in only one way! I kicked Brendon's ass from the start, gaining submission after submission as he often had to scream. Being old enough to be his mother, I did what I always do which is kick ass. I never ask for mercy and don't give it until I absolutely have to. I had Brendon in a horrific pin, very unscientific but at this point he was a sweaty, terrified disaster. I looked down and his penis was a half foot in the air. I said "Brendon, we should end this match, but what the heck is that? Do you have the right to carry a concealed weapon"? I laughed! He was really embarrassed and I told him the match was over, he looked like he had more than enough. He told me he doesn't know why it happened. I told him it's either because he finds me attractive even though I am mom-age, or he likes to be the submissive one with a female. He said he just doesn't know. I told him this was certainly evidence that he is a man despite the results of this match. Brendon squeaked out a "you're beautiful" which was very cute. His penis seemed to get even harder. I grabbed it and told him it's actually quite common, but what isn't common is this big ole snake! He wasn't even scared, I think he just liked a woman grabbing his junk. I am fascinated with how the male mind and sex organ work. I asked him some rather embarrassing questions about his evening plans. To my enjoyment he did say he'd think about me and the match when he was alone and do the deed. I think I have myself another male pet.
Update: February 8th, 2015
Hey guys! Well, I have gotten amazing feedback from the ebook and pictures and I really do think that this is an absolutely awesome sign! I did not, purposely, have anything included in my ebook about my personal and family life. Having seen the more seedy side of the world with underground fighting, bounty hunting, etc, I am pretty careful with privacy. I don't want to be a hermit, I am happy to share, but I don't want people to show up at my home or intrude on my personal life. With my experience teaching self defense I have also learned so much about how creepy people can be. Well, I am going to open up a bit about my personal life.
I got married in 2006. My husband is about 5'10" 185 pounds and absolutely no martial arts or weightlifting in his background. He was a small town high school athlete and is, I must say, handsome as heck. For physical comparison, right now, he's 3 inches taller than me and 5 pounds lighter than me. We have a six year old daughter and a four year old son. I see something new in the younger generation that I like.
My husband has five nephews between 12 and 24. Three guys, three gals. The guys are 15, 18, 24 and the gals are 12 and 17. The guys are different than the guys were back in the day. These guys get a kick out of arm wrestling me and not a damn one of them can beat me! They are amused. The girls love feeling my muscles as well. My husband's brother and sister seem maybe a little uncertain about my muscles though. A generational thing? I think so. As far as our children, our daughter knows mommy is stronger than daddy and I don't think it's an issue. She likes feeling my muscles and so does our son. We will see if this continues.
My husband was absolutely so secretive about his penchant for my muscles. He knew I wouldn't take kindly to a guy who was always asking me about my bench press and beating people up and things like that. Strong women have a real good nose for guys who view us just as fetish women. It's fine, I love that guys have the fetish, I just want a husband that has a balanced approach. His control over his drool was admirable.
I actually began the sexual domination and initiated the wrestling, arm wrestling and everything. Once I did, I saw he loved it. He loved it in the bedroom, but what about when I'd wear more revealing things and his friends would see? What about people "knowing" I wear the pants in a fighting sense? Lots of guys want it physically, but does he want it 24/7 wife-life? Now, remember, I am not just a strong woman with a little experience. I am a world class fighter. Strong as absolute hell and trained to rip a human being in half. For a full update, I have been similar size for a few years now, 5'7" 190lbs, 27 inch thighs, 17.5 inch calves, 16 inch biceps, bench 225 for several reps, max 265, maybe more but that's all I tried. Leg pressed 910 for 4 reps, could do over 1,000 but haven't tried.
The matches with my husband, wrestling wise, are unlike anything you can imagine. I grab something, anything, squeeze and let my skills flow. I can pin him down forever and lift him up forever. He is a typical sized man and although he tries, it's just absolutely non-competitive. When we first tried it, he told me he never knew anyone was as strong or tough as I am. I could break his hands just by squeezing them. I can walk him around our 4,000 square foot house across my shoulders up and down all three floors. I have put him in chokes and scissor locks just to satisfy his curiousity. So it isn't using some cool moves, I dominate him as a 300lb male wrestler could defeat his 100lb wife. He has the natural humility gained through this experience but also finds it sexually arousing. I am clueless as to how it effects how he treats me and feels about me. I will say I drive a wonderful Lexus, have insane amounts of jewelry from him and he never treats me like anything but, literally, a Goddess.
As far as lifting, he benches 155lbs about, similar to most guys, leg presses 360lbs. Arm wrestling isn't competitive either. I don't mind because he is extremely masculine. A great provider, taller than me I like, just a real warm man. I also couldn't handle "fat" and he isn't. He's delicious.
More soon, guys!
"Tap Out or Nap Out"
Brenda started out as a Myspace friend and then we transitioned together to Facebook and Yahoo! Chat. We built up a real trust and a tremendous friendship. I always wondered how to approach her about writing a book. I just couldn't believe all that she had done and experienced. Strongwoman contests, armwrestling, a bounty hunter, security guard, bouncer, kick boxer, underground fighter, fitness instructor, session wrestler and the list goes on and on and on.
I finally asked and there were surprisingly few conditions she put on the book writing. Mostly, Brenda was excited to have her life story told without having to rehash it all. As a huge afficianado of strong women, I remember almost everything she has told me over the years. I can at least give her a reminder of the story and she can fill in whatever details I may not remember real well from our chats. If you have ever doubted the saying that the only limitations are the ones you place on yourself, read on and see what you pick up about the human spirit and running through brick walls.
The Last Fight
One of my major motivators for fighting was always money. The other was satisfying my addiction to the combat arts. My last underground MMA fight was in 2002. I wanted the money but it was a want and not a need. I worried that this would be the one-fight-too-many for me. My addiction to the combat arts was coming to an end, but it wasn't gone. Not quite punctuated. About 75 people came to watch and I was paid over $1,000. My opponent was a man with big dreams but a small resume. He was 5'11" 215 pounds, African American, several tattoos on his face and a pudgy but sturdy build. I am 5'7" and weighed 178 pounds at that time. Everyone in the room could tell that I was one strong, mean, built woman. We had a stare down and I knew he was scared. He had a lot to lose and I think he understood that he was at an experience disadvantage. He spit at me before we ended the stare down. I don't think he knew how to react to this entire situation. I didn't care. I wasn't mad. As we started, I realized the my kicks could land at his knees and there was nothing he could do about it. He tried backing me up with jabs but that was not a viable option. I could throw kicks and dodge bad jabs all day. Finally I jabbed back and kicked. I connected with multiple jabs and multiple kicks. I didn't want to go in for the kill or take him to the ground. I continued and this became torture for him. My kicks got more wicked and my jabs bloodied his nose and his eyes (both of them from me alternating) got puffy. Minutes went by and and this continued. It got to the point where I knew I could scored a standing knockout with any one of dozens of combinations. I threw a straight right to his chin and a right hook kick to his rib cage. He fell to his knees, fell on his face and the match was over. After medical attention was given, I left...for the last time.
I ended my underground fighting "career" 56-2. I was 5-1 against women and 51-1 against men. These fights take place literally all over the world. People gather, illegally usually, and watch two combatants fight until submission. There are certain rules and informal medics are present. People do bet on the matches but no cheating/fixing was involved in my experience. I fought more men than women because of my size and because men way outnumber women in this world of fighting. The two times I lost I tapped early, I was in choke holds and rather lose than get hurt. The matches I won, I won a variety of ways. I am an expert at any and every form of fighting.
My career as an underground fighter ended because I broke the addiction and had absolutely no need for the money. The next time I got an itch, I did wrestling sessions which was a more gentle business. In 2004, I ended my entire "fighting life". No more bounty hunting, tough woman contests, nothing that rough and tumble. I do still compete, I just took it down a notch. My addiction was under control. What do I do now? I got married and became a regular old housewife! As a mother of two, that life is far behind me...sort of! What else do I do nowdays? Well, besides for wife hood and motherhood, I train security personnel in hand to hand combat. This includes security guards, police people, bouncers, you name it. I am happy, safe and fulfilled....And I still kind of get to beat people up. I am also still 5'7" but 188 pounds, bench pressing very comfortably over 250 pounds, squatting over 300 pounds and leg pressing whatever is on the machine even after it gets well into the 4 digits. I hold a black belt in Nunjitsu, Malaysian Silat, American Systems Karate and Jeet Kune Do. I am also trained in Muay Thai Kick Boxing Krava Mag and Judo. I have trained with professional boxers and MMA fighters and done quite well. I now combine my training and life experiences to be as good of a wife, mother and instructor as I can be. Lets dive in, starting at the beginning.
I was born in Kansas City, Kansas in the mid-1970's. Remember, I work in security, I keep somethings a little private. My father left when I was two years old and my mother died when I was five from an alcohol related accident. I was shipped around a lot growing up, spending time with relatives in Seattle and Chicago mostly. I have a brother who is one year older than me and a sister who is one year younger than I am. We always moved together.
I always solved problems with my fists and feet. If I was in an awkward situation, I fought. I didn't know how to handle things any other way. Generally, I avoided trouble by being quiet and not giving anyone trouble. I was a bad student, but nobody cared because I was quiet and didn't cause waves. When I was nine I asked my aunt if I could take karate. She said yes and that was the start! I was addicted. I wasn't just addicted to karate, I was addicted to the gym! I loved the muscles on the men and women, the fighting, everything. When I woke up in the morning the first thing I thought about was whether or not I would get to be in the gym that day. When I hear about people being addicted to drugs or gambling, I can related. It has got the be the feeling I got about the gym.
My brother would get picked on and I would simply beat the person or people up. It didn't matter to me if it was one or two or even three guys. I didn't usually do more damage than necessary because I didn't want to get in trouble. Remember, he is older than me. My brother didn't mind. He is actually my half brother and doesn't share my muscular build. The guys never said anything because they were embarassed and I never said anything. If the same guy needed a second reminder I would then kick him in the balls. Otherwise, I didn't hit the face or balls. My sister never got messed with. If she would have, the people would have felt the same wrath.
My brother never had an ego about my strength. Maybe that's why I never understood men feeling so emasculated by my strength. I would play wrestle my brother and carry him around like a sack of potatoes. He never, ever expected to win and I never, ever settled things in a physical way. Still now I am stronger and it plays no part in our relationship. Same with my sister. I am stronger but have never fought her and it is just not a factor.
When I was 11, we were moved to another aunt because my first aunt had health problems. This was good because my uncle started grabbing my butt and my sister's. We liked our life there and the grabbing didn't hurt, so we didn't say anything. This aunt was married to a guy that became my "dad". I remember when I first men him, he told me his house was our house. He is a wealthy man and physically not big, maybe 5'5" and 140 maximum. Even as an 11 year old I was about 5'5" and about 120 pounds I bet. My aunt was (and is) a real talker. A nice, charismatic lady who has a zest for life and needs a good ear around.
This uncle asked us about our hobbies almost immediately. I told him about martial arts but didn't say much about my weights, fighting or anything else. To my shock, in his basement was a heavy bag that he said his son used briefly when he took self defense. There was also some primitive weight equipment. I was in heaven! My uncle told me that first or second day that we had to be involved in extra curriculars. Had to be active. I will never forget, within the first week we lived there as I was hiding my extreme love for all things fighting/lifting, he came down as I was in a sports bra and spandex. He nearly lost his lunch! He wasn't and isn't a pervert, he just had no idea I had bulging muscles, a 6-pack and killer thighs. He didn't know what to say and we didn't say much. Later that night he commented that I must work out a lot. I am not sure why but I totally spilled the beans! I told him all about my addiction to weights and the gym in Chicago and everything. I remember him telling me that my desire to keep being so fit and involved with all of this would be supported fully. I was just so shocked by this man and still am. So supportive of something most men find intimidating (womens power). He was as supportive of my sister's gymnastics and my brother's baseball and music as he was of me. Just a wonderful human being.
My uncle found the exactly ideal gym for me. It was slightly more sanitized than the one in Chicago, but this was in a nice part of Minneapolis, so everything was more sanitized. It still looked, smelled and oozed of muscle, fighting and a bit of danger. There were some women but mostly men. I dove right in continuing with Jeet Kune Do, Krava Mag and learned advanced MMA strategies and techniques. I remember the guys at the gym had me wrestle a high school varsity wrestler, a 160 pound senior, when I was thirteen. I pinned him in under a minute. We had a rematch and once again, he didn't last a minute. I didn't want to wrestle for my high school team because I didn't want the attention. I also liked the covert feeling associated with club-style underground-style combat. It was at this gym that matches began being set up for me. The males almost always had more guts and arrogance than ability and were frankly not ample competition. In training I got to face the trained men, some of who had too much size, strength and experience for me. We respected the hell out of each other.
My personal life and school life were never better. My aunt was nice but I had to tune her out a lot, she was just all over us all the time. My uncle understood this and made sure we had our time and our space. I think if not for us the two of them would have gotten divorced. We were his outlet and we were extremely lucky. He helped us with everything, school work, feelings, he took to the role of being a father. He was amazed at my physique and fighting ability. By the time I was 13, in eighth grade and beating high school varsity guys, I was about 5'5" and 145lbs. I remember he challenged me to arm wrestle and I recall wondering what to do. I figured I could win. Not having a chance to sort of how this would feel for me or for him, I just competed as usual and in a semi-competitive arm wrestle, I won. He was truly astounded and couldn't have been more graceful. Obviously this is a man that does not have his ego tied up into his physical strength. I knew this for sure when this small but still grown man challenged me to a wrestling match. In a friendly match I carefully took him down and pinned him about a half dozen times. I was careful not to hurt him and that says a lot when it's a 13 year old girl against a forty year old man! At the end I remember lifting him across my shoulders. It was fun. I usually didn't wrestle for fun, but I started to see that it could be a really cool, light-hearted, fun activity in the right circumstances.
I define adolescence as high school. I was 14 when I entered freshman year and was my full grown height and a rock solid 150 pounds with feminine curves. Some guys teased me, some stayed away and a few kindly flirted with me. There was certainly more flirting going on when a guy's friends weren't around. I think a lot of guys liked me, but didn't want their friends to know. One guy would tease me about being on steroids (something I never even remotely considered). I was shy and only opened up when someone really initiated it. This guy was not warned at all, I just smashed his head into a locker, kneed his kidneys and gave him a forearm to the back of the head. Issue solved. Another time a guy wouldn't stop joking about my "buns of steel". Once again, he wasn't warned, I just approached this 250 pound guy, pushed him and instigated a fight which ended with me bringing him to tears and dragging him into the girls bathroom for a swirly. I was extremely manipulative and found times after school or otherwise to teach these few misguided souls their lesson.
My brother and sister have also always been shy. I never had to fight, in high school, for my sister, but my brother got bullied once. Some hockey goon would push him around and he finally told me about it after a couple months. I made sure to see it happen and in front of a decent sized crowd I pushed him and when he came at me I broke his ankle and cracked three of his ribs. He was too big and strong to be taken lightly.
Otherwise, I began showing a mediocre level of effort in school and had an occasional boyfriend. I liked gentle, soft-spoken guys who didn't like crowds. I didn't like being with a big group. I did start to like the subtle art of flirting and dating. I liked turning guys on and seeing them react and make moves. I loved messing around but wanted to stay a virgin. My body, as I turned 15 and 16 started to get really wicked. I had my big, solid bubble ass, steel plated chest, thighs of steel, I was a real dream/nightmare depending on who you ask!
I was totally uninvolved in school functions. My friends, my entire life was home and gym. It was all family, lifting and various forms of fighting. I was in the middle of the a full-out addiction and obsession. I needed the rush of lifting to the limit, doing cardio to the limit and testing myself against others in combat. I loved breaking boards, breaking concrete, it was all a rush! "Addiction" has a negative connotation and it was, in part, negative. It was also positive at that point. It gave me a passion, a mission, a direction. It also put me in some dangerous situations and I had serious life-tunnel vision. I really couldn't focus on anything else.
I really had no idea what was next. When I graduated high school I had literally no future plans. My uncle always told me he would pay for college so in June, I told him I wanted to go. It was late and really just a decision I made because I didn't know what else to do. By now I worked at two gyms part time and in September, started classes. It was community college, but I wanted the option to get a bachelors degree. To my surprise, I loved it. I loved the detached feeling of community college, the easy in and out, the more adult feeling. Life was really, really good! My aunt and uncle were super supportive, I was on track to do something good. The problem was....my addiction. I would sneak off and underground fight at least once a month. I was also hired to pudding wrestle, jello wrestle and mud wrestle. I would wrestle other girls and whip them around like crazy. Every so often a guy would wrestle me and I was merciless which the crowd loved. I didn't care about the crowd though, I just loved beating the shit out of people. I was also amused as hell at the guys getting hard-ons. The whole woman whipping man thing was pretty amusing to me and still is. I had a zest to fight anyone, anytime, anywhere. Same thing held true, I woke up in the morning hoping that sometime in the day I would fight. Oddly enough, at no point in my life did this lead to random fights or police issue, street fights, etc.
Another oddity is that I transferred to a four year college and majored in religious studies. Religion wasn't an obsession to me, it was an absolute mystery. I was and am an atheist. I loved the stories and the way people screwed others into believing things that make no sense. I viewed it a lot like fighting. I had no idea why I loved it so much and these people were compelled to love this god character as I loved fighting. The illogical nature of it, the wars it caused, just always left me wondering. The people in my classes left me speechless with their lack of reasoning. I wanted to get into the whacked out world of religion because it was and is the world's biggest mind-fuck. If you like religion, believe in god and it helps you, great. Sorry if I offend you, I just am blown away by the whole deal. I also had no idea what I would do career-wise but I think I always figured I would do something connected to lifting or fighting. I was insanely tough and strong. I would tap out collegiate male wrestlers, hockey players even a couple professional wrestlers. I figured this unique ability had long-term value. No matter how good life was, I kept sneaking off an underground fighting. They kept giving me these guys who were high on ego and guts but not on training. I kept dispatching them.
My Part-Time Job
I got an offer I could not refuse. I didn't need the money, I needed the thrill. It was 1998, I was 23 and I got an offer to be a bounty hunter. I would go around the city and suburbs and find certain people. I would know nothing except what I absolutely had to know. Usually we were in a bar and the three guys I was with would say "stay here and if we buzz you in help us beat this guy up". Sometimes I didn't need to do anything, often times I would deliver a crushing blow or take down. After a while, I would be in the initial group. There were six men working, they found out I could "take" 3 of the 6, so my skills were used. All 6 were bad ass, tough guys!
My most interesting job in bounty hunting was when we were "out manned". It was 2 on 4, never sure how that happened. I squared off with two men, both about 6ft and in the 200 lb range and one had a knife. I kicked the knife away, hammer fisted one guy and his nose broke immediately, blood everywhere and the other guy was out of his league. Knocked out a bunch of his teeth and threw him through a table. My partner was in a real tussle and with my two guys out of it, I kicked one guy in the temple and my partner punched the other guy. I picked up the guy that I had just kicked by the throat. He was nearly unconscious. He peed himself. I stopped this job only because I didn't want to get shot. The fighting was fun for me...that's how addicted I was!
A More Peaceful Job
When Bounty Hunting became a little too risky, I knew I couldn't just get a regular ho hum part time job. Working out and training with the people I did meant being close to the world of security. So many of the guys were security guards, military, bouncers and anything where you needed both a physical presence and the ability, if need be, to fight. Well, it didn't take long for me to be hired, trained and working at two premier clubs as a bouncer. I was making $20/hour and the time really flew by. It was nice to be in the middle of the action, but not expected to socialize or anything like that.
I had a few times where I had to get physical but it was actually more rare than you might think. Since part of bouncing is just looking intimidating and putting on that aura, usually one of the 6'6" 280lb guys would end any trouble just by arriving. I had a drunk guy grab my ass while I was doing a walk through. I actually ignored it until it happened again. Then he got a chin strike, an elbow to the temple and got thrown out literally by his neck and balls. I enjoyed handling that one on my own with no reinforcements. A couple other times I needed to, literally, twist guys arms and lead them out. There was never a premium put on the patrons safety, so we could be fairly rough. Owners understand that they buy insurance for a reason and you can limit your bouncers too much. My training came in handy with this job because I understood how to disable someone without just cold-cocking them with a fist.
My most alpha-woman time when bouncing came when we had a course on fighting. I was really determined, when sparring, to beat the shit out of my co-workers. I liked them, it wasn't personal, I just knew that they had a harder job than I did and I needed to show them that I was of value and not hired just so they had a woman around. I wanted to prove that I was necessary in case things got really rough. I was set to submission grapple a 6'5" 295 pound bouncer. True to his training, he did not go easy. I got behind him, took his knee out and applied a sleeper combined with pressure at the correct spots so he couldn't stand or crush me underneath him. He was seconds away from passing out when he tapped out. He made no excuses, no bitterness, he thought I was the most amazing person ever. New owners took over both locations and most of us left. School was getting harder anyways so I was fine leaving. I did start getting some interesting offers and since one form of danger was ending, of course a new one needed to take its place.
I had been asked a few times if I did "sessions". I had been entering arm wrestling and strong woman contests locally, always finishing 2nd or 3rd place. Never fail, there was always a woman or two who did this all the time who got the better of me, but the other 5-15 women didn't stand a chance against me. It was at these events, in these areas that I got those questions. I also began hearing from men I knew, the online world had started and then guys really began asking!
I researched a little about these sessions and while this was a new concept to me, it made perfect sense. These guys had a fetish and it wasn't easy to satisfy. A traditional dominatrix left them unfulfilled (most can't really beat men up) and they were willing to pay top dollar for a woman to physically kick their ass, satisfy a scenario or some variation of that. I kept hearing that the men do not expect sex. It made sense. Sometimes having your dream fulfilled doesn't include sex. Well, I began accepting sessions. Like many other things I dabbled in, I enjoyed it and my best asset was the ability to know when to get out while it remained a fully positive endeavor.
I got emails and calls from guys and we'd meet at a hotel. It was kind of seedy feeling, which was part of the fun. We'd arrange a way to have them let me know when they arrived and I would give them the room number. Rooms were generally $50 and session women then all charged $300, so I charged $250 since I wanted less pressure. My first session guy was about 5'5" 125 lbs, little Jewish man and a real estate investor. My guess is he was 45 years old. It was so fucking amazing! He talked to me about this lifelong fetish, how it made him feel, it was so incredible to experience this man entirely opening up to me. It was also amazing when he saw my 5'7" 165-or so pound body in a bikini! It was true worship...After the ass kicking. Like all men I met in this realm, he didn't want to be hurt which was awesome by me. It was an amazing way to start my new hobby.
Honestly, almost every session was fun. Some of the guys smelled, that was a shame but I was used to gym-smell. Some were weird and I was cool with it ending, but most were very fun men. They were getting to truly be themselves with me. Most were physically small, fairly weak. About 2/5 were Jewish, 1/5 Indian, 1/5 Asian, 1/5 ultra-hardcore Christians. A little more than half were married. The ultra-hardcore Christians were funny because they were defying all of their religious beliefs. I thought they were certainly doing nothing wrong wrestling me, their real fault was their bullshit judgmental mentality of others. Likewise I had a few very religious Jewish men dressed in their traditional garb. Same hold true there. One of those fellas actually wanted me to dominate him with his Jewish gear. That was a blast for me! Obviously he had some issues with his life, but I was happy to provide some help.
The guys always tipped me and it really was cool. The one thing is, I got nervous beforehand with new guys. Soon I stopped accepting new guys and I injured my knee and that ended my session career. I was out for nine months and when I was better, I just decided to end it. I am sure some women have bad experiences and I am 100% sure that I would have had a bad experience if I would have continued. I got out ahead....way ahead!
My professional life...Recently
For about the last eight years, more on than off, I have been a hand-to-hand fighting instructor. I am hired by shopping malls, individual stores, security firms, police departments, Sheriffs offices, amusement parks and various other places. I teach the security personnel how to engage in hand-to-hand combat. I teach everything from fist fighting to grappling to restraining holds. We go over de-escalation methods and common sense ways to sense problems and prevent them from taking hold.
I will admit that my favorite part of this job is when I actually face a guy one-on-one. Often times as the others watch I take a guy down and force him into a submission position he never imagined he'd be in....especially against a woman. I have faced former NFL players, hockey players, weightlifters, you name it. When I know ahead of time their credentials I tend to take additional pleasure in "instructing" them with a hands on method.
I also teach women's self defense and enjoy it immensely. I do not teach men but do have the ladies (and myself) practice with/on guys. It's really the only way since men are the primary cause of problems!