The Vegan and the Beef Farmer: When Sexuality and Morality Collide
Last summer, my life took an unexpected turn and somehow, I ended up right back where I grew up: in my parents’ log home– in the deep bush of the Ottawa Valley–after 10 years living in Canada’s vegan heaven aka Vancouver, BC.
It’s a long story as to WHY I moved back home but the quick version is that things didn’t exactly work out with the Texas Cowboy. And with all my life belongings packed away into a Vancouver storage locker and me not quite sure WTF I was doing with my life, I decided to head home into the forest and hopefully “find myself” again.
Pfffffhhh “find myself.” More like find the nearest gym! And find a good one, did I ever! I immediately fell in love with Heritage Fitness in Carleton Place (a few towns over and to this day, still THE best gym I’ve ever worked out at.)
How could you not want to crush weights at this cute & quaint, yet large & vastly-equipped fitness facility?
I also started crushing hard on one of its members. The perfect kind of beefcake; quiet & mysterious, not douchey or cocky. He was a strapping lad who bore an uncanny resemblance to a young (but jacked) Luke Skywalker.
I dug that we had similar gym styles. We trained hard. We kept to ourselves. We were always focused on our workouts, both super sweaty by the end of ’em and apparently, both super attracted to each other. Which is, of course, precisely why we never smiled or said “hi” even ONCE in those five months…
And as all good things come to an end, after a solid five months of making up for lost time, living with Mom and Dad, I was ready to fly the nest. But being so close to them was really great and a positive enough experience to make me set up shop in the nearest “big” city. It’s now been six months since I’ve moved into Ottawa and I really do love seeing my parents and my sister on the regular.
And as luck would have it, a few days ago, I was pleasantly surprised to see a few insta “likes” from my old Beefcake Jedi Gym Crush. And get this! Not only is he a powerlifting smoke show but he’s also a 2016 nationally-winning champion bodybuilder!
Yeahhhhh bruhhhh! I thought the swole-gods must’ve been smiling down upon me! 😉
I was already digging out my Princess Leia slave costume and fantasizing about spotting him as he effortlessly bench presses well over 250 lbs. until he disclosed the WORST fact about himself EVER!
My BEEF CAKE lived on AND operated a BEEF FARM!!!!
NOOOOOOOOO!!! WHAT?!?!?! WHY?!?!
I know, I know. But first, I would like to say props to him for being upfront about it right away (and giving me permission to blog about it.) Keep in mind this dude found me on instagram (where I don’t exactly hide the fact that I’m vegan.) And instead of thinking purely with his ummmm, light saber… within a few short messages, he openly divulged this traumatizing info to me.
Truthfully, I’ve only ever dated one vegan guy because let’s face it, jacked vegan dudes are few and far between. And so, I don’t limit my dates to vegan men because if I did, I would probably be single forever.
I’m a muscular girl. And I can’t help that I’m physically attracted to muscular guys (Iet’s not forget I’m also a TRAINER!) And so, as important as veganism is to me, physical attraction is also important.
Unfortunately I’ve yet to meet many jacked dudes in Ottawa who share my moral compass let alone dietary choices.
What’s especially interesting about this situation is that I had many differing thoughts run through my mind. And what’s ironic is that here we were, two fitness freaks who devote so much time, passion and energy to the same lifestyle on both a physical and mental level. But on an ethical and moral scale, we couldn’t be anymore opposite.
And even still, for a split second, my sexuality and morality were kinda having an internal battle with each other. I felt guilty for wanting him. I wanted to strangle him and make out with him. I wanted to somehow justify a date with him even though I kept thinking about the many innocent lives he’s taken and probably not felt any remorse for.
Apparently, he had the same realization because he sent this message soon after:
Okay so it’s obvious that a vegan “meathead” and a beef farming “beefcake” could never be swolemates. But it really did make me question just how far my own morals run.
Is there really THAT much difference in dating a meat-eater who buys it from the grocery store vs. the guy who slaughters the cow himself?
Obviously both are not a vegan’s ideal parter. But it begs the question to those of us who date non-vegans: where do you draw the line?
Would you have peaced out at the first mention of “beef farmer” and immediately start blasting him with links to Earthlings and Cowspiracy? Or would you have just gone with the flow? Stay open-minded and just naturally get to know him, without trying to pass **too much** judgement?
OR would you have let your hormones get the best of you and show him how a true Jedi uses a light saber and give him the FULL VEGAN EXPERIENCE before stuffing outreach pamphlets into his underwear drawer?
I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.
As I always say, I don’t preach, I inspire. And maybe as instagram pals, I can show this country boy a thing or two about the ways of a holistic hippie. 🙂