Heated Rivalry
It’s a gay porno with a side of hockey. I couldn’t disagree more with the Heated Rivalry skeptics (who, to be fair, are hard to come by). I actually started as a skeptic myself, hearing muffled screams about Connor Storrie’s perfect ass coming from my excited roommates in the living room. I, on the other hand, stumbled upon his ass by accident. I walked in on a watch party and “had” to stay to watch it. My skepticism faded, and my intrigue (even as a lesbian) grew as Ilya Rosanov and Shane Hollander’s rough and raw intimacy bloomed into lovemaking between hockey matches. To my surprise, the show had so much more to do with identity in a heterosexually dominated field than with hockey or even sex. As Shane and Ilya acknowledged their love for each other and acceptance of their own identities, I was taken back to my 16-year-old self, grappling with her identity. Who would’ve thought I’d be in tears watching porn?
