Howdy!  Welcome to my stogie-chompin’ blimp-ridin’ universe!

Beefyblimps is a light-hearted, helium-filled adventure into the hyperbolic heights of masculinity, colored through a modern Western pop art lens.  Over-inflated macho symbology abounds:  bulging biceps, beach-ball bellies, bubble butts, and all things starting with the letter B, Beefyblimps is fundamentally a parade of super-sized macho men.

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As a social discussion, Beefyblimps distills the totem cultural symbols of Westernized masculinity and stirs them in with the idealized wet dream fantasies of the gay male id, paying special attention the so-called straight actors—gay men who reject the perceptually dominant celebration of femininity within the gay male community.  Pinnacled as a gay man who can pass undetected through society’s gaydar, straight actors as a group are at-odds with their rainbow-clad brethren.  Finding no solace or companionship in the prevalent gay male community, repelled by most gay clubs and bars and the stereotypes that patronage them, and altogether nauseated by flashy exuberance, they aggressively evict feminine mannerisms from their behavioral languages and seek out kindred spirits.  What’s left is the familiar restrictive, lispless demeanor and anchor-like self-control and discipline so attractive to the disciples of these manly men.

Enlisting familiar macho gay male idols such as bears, chubs, muscle and leather daddies, Beefyblimps exists to uplift the egos and inflate the self-esteem of these Ennis Del Mars through vivid, sensory-infused imagery, providing validation and confirmation of their lifestyle and easing their culture’s rocky adolescence.

Aaron Mustamaa 

Raised in the freelance lifestyle by creative parents in the suburbs outside Detroit, I received my BFA from College for Creative Studies in 2007.  Pursuing a freelance lifestyle was as natural as a leviathan born into the sea. 

Beefyblimps was born confused and naked out of hundreds of sketches piled into black garbage bags, sojourning with me from apartment to apartment like a hobo’s sack, gestating for over 10 years before finally seeing the light of day in early 2009.   Originally as a project to digitize and retire this embarassing fire hazard, as well as conserve already-suffocating NYC apartment space, instead of gracefully accepting its burial on the internet, Beefyblimps with its bright blimpy mascot arose out of the ashes, a phoenix of hypermasculine beefcakes.