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“What’s a Bear,” my friend asked. And I honestly didn’t have a great answer for him because it’s such a word of contentious definition among gay men. Typically though, Bears are seen as masculine, hairy, and usually bearded. Many of us are also a little hefty, but there are thin Bears (Wolves or Otters), and Cubs who are typically younger bears, but I’ve met 50 year old Cubs (indicating that he’s a Power Bottom). I often say that my goal is to be a Muscle Bear – a work in progress to be sure. I can’t talk about Bears without a nod to my favorite sub-category: the Leather Bears. Now just to make matters more confusing, I’ve got a lesbian friend whose, yes female, partner is so butch she identifies with the Bear Community. 

My take on all of this is that there’s room at my Table for everyone: the big, the little, the hairy, the smooth, the muscled, the frail, and yes, Babycakes, even the occasional lesbian. Our FABGLITTER community is growing, and most unfortunately sometimes growing divisive. My call is to stretch out my arms to the Bull Dyke, the Nellie Queen, the Fag Stag, Flame Dame, and anyone else who calls me friend. By embracing, not limiting, we’ll push past all the artificial barriers and make a land in which we can all live our lives without regret or fear. We’ll create that longed for Shining City on a Hill.

If he’s amenable, you can talk to my Cub. You can dance with him. You can buy him a drink. Keep your hands off of him. He’s mine. That’s why he’s wearing the collar with a lock. He’s not going home with you. You’re not coming home with us. It’s our arrangement, and it works very well. I’m the Dom, the power top. He’s my Cub. I own him. He’ll do as I instruct. In return, I’ll keep him safe, secure, and satisfied – even make ultimate pancakes washed down with pomegranate juice and hot coffee. To your surprise, I’ll serve them up to him, in bed, on Sundays, for I am a tender owner. I won’t tell you how he inspired this on Saturday night. That’s between us.

I can also be a very rough master. He encourages that in me. For his pains, he has the privilege to wake me up when I’m snoring too loudly for him to sleep. I have the key to his chastity devise around my neck. He wears the key to my heart around his. If you saw us at the gym, you’d think we were workout buddies and good friends. You’d be right, of course, but you wouldn’t realize how we sate the passions that lifting a few tons ignites.

It may not make sense to anyone – not even us. It doesn’t have to. And just to be clear, there’s no need for forgiveness because there’s no sin. Our lifestyle isn’t for everyone. We’re okay with that. We’re not trying to convert anyone to what’s right for us. We ask only for the same consideration we give others. Please understand that I’m not abusive or taking advantage of him. I won’t let you do it either. If he’s not a free agent in our relationship, I’m nauseated. At the same time, I’m not dick-whipped. I’m very much in charge.

Meet us with some courtesy, some sympathy, and some taste, and I assure you, we’ll reciprocate. Judge not unless you’re willing to face judgement. Respect us, and we’ll respect you. Befriend us, and you’ll have two very loyal friends who will love you even if the Gods turn against you. Fuck with us…well, it’s better off if you just don’t fuck with the Bears.

Bear Pride

 Where would Pride be without the Bears? Probably it would be okay, but Bears bring such a different sense of life to the party. We love to eat, drink, and make merry. Most of us are a little larger than the average Twink, have some fur going, and like guy stuff.

Within our subculture, there are Cubs, Muscle Bears, Leather Bears, and various kinds of other Bears — from Polar to Grizzly. Then there are the Wolves, Otters, and Raccoons. Hell, we’ll even let straights and lesbians join the feast. At the Bears’ vast table, there really is room for everyone.

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From: Dwight Supremacy

 

A Bear’s Life magazine is looking for some stories. Full details follow:

A Bear’s Life magazine is currently working on our PRIDE issue and we’d like you to be a part of it! Send us an article no more than 750 words, no less than 650 words, on how you celebrate Bear Pride in your country and how your community supports one another. Please be prepared to send us a high resolution photo of yourself or your community for the article. We suggest that you you have others read your article before sending it in for the APRIL 5th deadline. Please send your article in a WORD document format and email to PRIDE@ABearsLifeMag.com We look forward to hearing from you and reading your articles!

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pour the coffee from the press
heavy cream curbs bitterness
on the tray with ginger cakes
honied sweetness within baked
kiss me now and taste my tongue
for all your glory i have sung
dance and play a striking tune
and i shall love you by the moon
douse the candle light the pyre
though i am older than your sire
with your ankles at my ears
loving you is never queer
be the cub who makes me sing
i shall fit you with a ring
pour the coffee from the press
to wash away the saltiness

In honour of National Coming Out Day…

Some years ago, I read an article that discussed how to come out to family and friends. It talked about neutral, safe spaces and trying not to answer hysteria (if met) with hysteria. As I recall, it was a good article, but (much like the one I read on the perfect kiss) I’ve done a little better following my instinct. I’ve found that just being who I am is enough to get me through any situation.

Often in gay themed media parents and friends are supposed to freak out or answer “I know” when you come out to them. I got neither. By the time I came out, my father was dead, and Mom, being the fag hag, had a fairly lackadaisical reaction. “Oh, okay,” was what I recall getting. And the only time my sister had any freakishness was when, a few weeks after telling her, she realized we were lusting after the same, cute construction worker as he jackhammered the asphalt.

To be honest, there are people who don’t realize that I’m gay. After all, I’m a bear. I’m not a nelly queen (Gods bless ‘em) or a twink. I don’t drag. Think of all that shaving! Despite my BDSM affiliation, I’m not one of the Castro Clones. I’m just me. Sometimes I forget that my sexual preference is not quite as obvious as my tattoos, and I’ll just start talking about some gay topic. It’s amazing when I have to go back and come out before I can move on.

To me being out is not some political statement. It’s being free to be me with all of my fortes and foibles — some tied to my sexuality, some not-so-much. My homosexuality does influence my world view, and when others know that fact, they can being to better understand, and know, me. Only by being true to ourselves can our potential become kinetic. Only when we all learn mutual acceptance and mutual respect can our community become that city on the hill we hear about so often, and only when we strive to our own greatness can we help humanity earn its place among the Stars.

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