Check out any of the gay magazines and you’ll see the six pack’s sacred place in gay male culture: it’s the holy grail, the ultimate prize. Some men will do anything to obtain one, and those who can’t be arsed to put in the work will dream of snaring a partner with those immaculate abs. Yet for others – Bears for example – the idea of the six pack is foul. They want mounds of succulent flesh to cling on to. Lesbians – perhaps in rebellion against the body fascism that stifles women – are less obsessed with it all. Sometimes you can’t help but think they’ve got the right idea!