22 February 2012

19 February 2012

Sunday Favorite: 73

Today's picture is, perhaps, a companion piece to yesterday's post...

Last night I joined a friend at the local gay and lesbian chapter of Narcotics Anonymous fundraiser...dinner, a drag show, raffle and dancing. He had a couple of friends in the drag show and I met a few of his friends. The dinner was good: chicken parmigiana on a bed of spaghetti noodles, salad, and bread. The drag show was fun, especially the one performer who sang his first song live. My friend won a movie basket - I forget which DVDs it contained but it also had movie snacks. We didn't stay for the dance portion; we went out for dessert instead. 

I'm not sure what today or tomorrow will hold; I'm just happy to have tomorrow off for Presidents' Day. Hopefully I'll get out and do something rather than continuing my Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon I've been on. 

What's going on with you?


18 February 2012

What's a Bear?

For as long as I've been in the "bear community," there's been debate over what defines a "bear." To some, the man has to have a belly, beard, and body fur. To others, just facial hair. And yet some think a little sprinkling of chest hair is enough to be called a bear. (I know that I'm not a bear bear....hence my term "behr." But this isn't about me. For once.)

As I've shared, I'm on the mobile app GROWLr, which basically is like GRINDr, Scruff, and other "pleasure seeking" mobile applications. As I peruse the profiles of various men, I am often a bit surprised at who considers themselves "bears." For example...the following three have attached the label "bear" or "muscle bear" to themselves. Now I admit these are healthy looking men. And definitely "muscle" guys.

This guy doesn't seem to have a single solitary hair on his body. Where does "bear" fit in here?
This guy has a skinny goatee...and maybe a fine dusting of hair on his chest (although it's not a great picture and difficult to see).

This third guy has the beard scruff going (I'm jealous, to be honest) but otherwise...I'm still not reading "bear" in his appearance. (That's okay...I'd still do him.)
Now I've selected four random other guys who - in my opinion - are "bears:" 

I consider this man a bear because of his size, facial hair, and body fur...he looks muscular with a thin layer of cushioning. 
This is a nice beefy muscle bear...note the beautiful belly and gorgeous chest with the fine covering of fur. The glasses and goatee and shaved head make him particularly bearish.
Another fine example of a bear...the bulk, the fur, the beard, the gorgeous eyes...tell me you don't want to cuddle the hell out of him.
Bear...perhaps cub...the beard, the belly, the fur....yes I know you're seeing a trend here. Beautiful man just right for cuddling. And other activities.

There are those who subscribe to the "it's how you identify/feel inside" theory of being a bear. And I admit....I think there's some truth to that. But over the past few years I've noticed that many of the men who have profiles on the (many) online websites are gym rats who have let their body hair grow out. The bear community used to be all-inclusive of bears, cubs, otters, chubs, chasers...but now it seems that the "musclebear" has infiltrated and is now calling the shots. Do a Google image search on "gay bear" and the first ten results are muscle guys covered in fur...where are the bellies? I'm not talking chub necessarily (although that's how I now identify) but even bears have a bit of a belly...look at that last guy again. 

So my question is this: does it matter? What makes a bear? Is it fur? Is it attitude? Is it a beard?


17 February 2012

Friday Fur

Whether you have a long weekend or a regular one...may there be furry goodness involved.


14 February 2012

Thought for Heart Day

Love doesn't "grow." It doesn't wait for you to discover it, it doesn't fall like a gentle rain from the sky, it doesn't tiptoe into your heart like a happy little bunny, and it doesn't have a fucking thing to do with familiarity. Love is neither patient nor kind. Love attacks. Love is raw, and violent, and instantaneous. You don't fall in love; you get trampled by it. If it doesn't drop you to your knees and make you shake like a wet dog, it's not love. 
~ Bart Yates

For those of you who believe in such things and those of you lucky enough to have someone in your life - Happy Valentine's Day.


PS: Happy Birthday Dad

12 February 2012

Sunday Favorite: 72

Sundays are days of rest and relaxation...and this picture evokes that perfectly, don't you think?


11 February 2012

Random Hotness

Too much is going on in my head to actually write anything so visuals must suffice.

Once again, thanks to the men of GROWLr.....BEHR HUGS

10 February 2012

Friday Fur

I've featured other pictures of this same mohawked furgod...I have no idea who he is but there's something about him that makes certain parts of me wake up.

I had some private messages inquiring over my "mental and emotional bondage" comment yesterday. It's really quite simple: this is the time of year when I tend to dwell on broken relationships - both of the romantic kind and the friendship kind. That's all I meant.

Dad goes home from the convalescent home today. Since I'm fighting a sore throat for the second day, I'll stay away. Damn immunosuppressant.

Not sure if I'll be seeing O or not tonight; he wants to go to the movies (Phantom Menace in 3D? I'm not so sure it'll help....)

What's on your schedule?


09 February 2012

Bound Thursday

I'd like someone to tie me up.

I wouldn't look nearly as hot as this guy. But at least maybe I would be able to cope with my feelings of mental and emotional bondage.

What do you think? Behr Bondage, anyone?


06 February 2012

Sunday Recap

Congratulations to the NY Giants on their Super Bowl win...although I didn't really care one way or the other who won, I was pulling for Tom Brady and the Patriots there in the last 57 seconds of the game.

I watched the game with my dad at the convalescent home. Although neither of us is really into football, it was nice to spend some time with dad. He's getting better but he doesn't think he's well enough to go home yet. Evidently there will be a meeting on Tuesday to determine his progress and if he can leave. I know he wants to go home but he also wants to be able to move and do for himself to make it easier on my mom. Fingers crossed that the right decision is made.

Back to Super Sunday: Had two favorite commercials. The first was the Chevy Silverado commercial about the end of the world thanks to the Mayan calendar...I laughed about the Twinkies and at the very end when the frogs started falling. I also liked the Great Dane Doritos ad. Although I'm a cat lover I laughed out loud. My least favorite  ad was for GoDaddy.com...come on, it has nothing to do with supposedly naked women, it was just stupid. Visually it was not stimulating and it was not clever at all. An honorable mention to the Matthew Broderick "Ferris Bueller" ad.

I'm not going to comment on the half-time show...except to ask "Where the hell did they find so many muscle guys to play Romans?"

I had a nice "date" on Friday night with O; it was impromptu, which is nice. I picked him up after visiting Dad and we went to dinner then back to my place for an incredible cuddle session. Tomorrow we're expecting rain in Southern California...it's about time. We've been dry and although we've had some cold temperatures we're quickly running out of Winter. The rain is needed.

That's about all for now. BEHR HUGS

05 February 2012

SuperBowl Sunday

Today's the day football fans gather around their enormous TVs to cheer their favorite team to victory, eating tons of guacamole and hot wings, and laughing at the commercials developed just for this day.

I, on the other hand, will be focusing on the post-game showers.


04 February 2012