I know Kmarko just posted this, but I had to post it on the big boy blog.  Know the hardest part about being a male gymnast besides telling your dad you’re gay?  Having to explain to people your arm is shattered in 15 places not because you took a crack back block on the football field or got checked through the boards in a hockey game or crashed your motorcycle off a 25 foot jump.  It’s because you fucked up a forward somersault at a gymnastics meet wearing a spandex leotard.     Just a certain type of emasculation that you can’t really do justice with words.