I've been a constant lurker on many FBB enthusiast sites. I've written a single FMG story , scanned a single drawing into my Deviant Art account, and generally been a fixture on every forum, pay site, or blog about FBB's since the mid-nineties. It's not that I'm ashamed of my fixation, it's just that I wish to distance myself from those who take this fetish too far (just read any of a myriad of posts and numerous other sites that seem to promote stalking and general creepiness, while at the same time undermining female muscle appreciation as a consensual act of pleasure).
Liking muscles as much as I do is akin to being a Star Trek nerd: the fantasy is healthy, but the company is lame. I've found that most of my so-called "fetish" peer-group have their heads buried so far up their ass that they'll never need a second opinion for a colonoscopy. Most of the vocalizations uttered from the female muscle appreciation camp are stupendous sputterings of an auspicious oligarchy where one sex exerts dominance over the other simply by physical prowess. The raison d'etre of such a fascination could be any one of a legion of subtle sexual ailments which necessitate this Hegelian dialectic within the unequipped fragility of the male ego, such that it is.
Some, however, are moved to such attraction simply due to a genetic predisposition. Human sexuality is a far cry from that of the animal kingdom from whence it arose; sexual attraction may well be the last bastion of evolution that we as a species are subject to. Gender confusion, role-reversal, and lust for specific "feminine/masculine" body-types could be written off as the byproduct of a numerous cloud of sexual dysfunctions or developmental histories - if it weren't for the fact that humanity's general appetite for more and more pronounced sexual "deviancy" (from the standpoint of the underscored societal "norm") is increasing at an exponential rate.
From this bird's-eye view, it is only natural that men and women should choose to so vary their sexual appetites (and therefor sexual partners) in as wide a spectrum as can by mentally, emotionally, or (poignantly) physically manipulating themselves. Specialization is, after all, effectively genocide. In this sexual re-evaluation revolution, humanity has found itself with males searching for a feminine ideal that is just a shade more feminine than themselves; thus, the realization that female bodybuilders are a valid - if not logical - choice as a partner sex-class arises in a small percentage of the XY chromosome populace.
To the point: my own predilections are thus; I believe in male/female equality in every conceivable sense - it just so happens that I lean more toward the aggressively physically dominant side of the equation. I still expect a woman to sound, smell, and act like a woman - but the physical characteristics, which are so completely at odds with the ingrained frailty society overtly advertises... nay, -DEMANDS- of their women, are what really excite me. Apropros, there is no psychological expectation to accompany the anti-diminutive stature to which I ascribe my sexual ideal...
Stated thusly, I think I've pretty much covered why I'm here; rambling though it is, it's the best introduction I could give myself. As such, I simply wish to state that I desire to lurk no more - I want my fascination a matter of public record. Hopefully, this biopic will inspire other lurkers to dissolve themselves from the insistent grain of the societal woodwork and embrace the transmorphic nature of their teratism.