Showing posts with label behr blather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label behr blather. Show all posts
11 November 2013
Dear Anonymous
I recently received your comment which I published on my previous post:
My partner and I absolutely love your blog and find most of your post's to be just what I'm looking for. Would you offer guest writers to write content to suit your needs? I wouldn't mind producing a post or elaborating on a number of the subjects you write in relation to here. Again, awesome website!
First, thank you for the kind words. Usually when I get an "anonymous" comment it's threatening me with legal action for posting pictures of hot guys. It was nice to receive a positive message. It always surprises me when told that someone gets something out of Behr Blather. I realize that my posts are far and few between. It does seem to me though that my posts of late have been a little bit more substantive. A far cry from the early days of this blog.
As for offering guest writers...I'm afraid that's not something I want to do. This blog is really for me...that others follow it, comment, and appreciate it is icing on the cake, so-to-speak. And although I'm sure you and others have insight and words of wisdom for me and my followers....Behr Blather is about the Behr. I hope you understand.
Thank you again for your kind words. I hope you'll continue to read Behr Blather and feel free to leave comments.
BEHR HUGS
08 March 2012
Goodbye
After nearly three years, I have decided to abandon Behr Blather.
There are numerous reasons why I've made this decision...most of them are personal. The one reason I'm comfortable to share is I simply no longer gain pleasure from it.
I want to thank all of my followers - 152 - who truly astonished me that you found something here you liked. I also want to thank those who have commented on various posts from time to time. Your support has meant the world.
I have made some wonderful cyber friends, all who are kind, funny, intelligent, sexy, and permanently etched on my heart. Those friendships will definitely continue.
Thank you for nearly three full years of fun, laughter, self-revelation, and sexiness. Feel free to drop me a line if you wish to keep in touch: behrmark@gmail.com
BEHR HUGS
There are numerous reasons why I've made this decision...most of them are personal. The one reason I'm comfortable to share is I simply no longer gain pleasure from it.
I want to thank all of my followers - 152 - who truly astonished me that you found something here you liked. I also want to thank those who have commented on various posts from time to time. Your support has meant the world.
I have made some wonderful cyber friends, all who are kind, funny, intelligent, sexy, and permanently etched on my heart. Those friendships will definitely continue.
Thank you for nearly three full years of fun, laughter, self-revelation, and sexiness. Feel free to drop me a line if you wish to keep in touch: behrmark@gmail.com
BEHR HUGS
02 August 2011
Thinking...and Over Thinking...
I'm anxious about my friend's visit. I worry that he won't have a good time, that he'll hate my home and the food I prepare, that it isn't clean enough or that Winston will hiss and growl at him. I know he's an easy-to-please guy - minds out of the gutter, please - and not demanding or high-maintenance. But I tend to over do it when playing "Mrs. Sally Adams". (Trivia quiz time! Who is Mrs. Sally Adams? First correct commenter will get something not very valuable.)
I'm also thinking a lot about a particular someone. *sigh* Yes, the Behr has started to develop feelings for someone. And those feelings are generating from somewhere north of the beltline. It's a bit complicated and lately this object of my affection has been a bit distant. I keep trying to rationalize his behavior but then I worry that the opportunity has passed. One of my failures in my other relationships (you know who I'm talking about, if not click here) is I tend to become a helicopter boyfriend, always hovering, always asking if everything is ok, misinterpreting everything, and developing huge green eyes. I was bound and determined not to that this time around. Old habits die hard.
I'm also thinking a lot about how much I want to give up my house and move. This home ownership on a single salary is crazy. And none of my friends get it because they live in two-income homes. I know there are tax advantages to owning property but it's getting more and more difficult. Maybe it's my continuing battle with the ants or the heat/humidity or just the fact that I'm lazy and want someone else to cook and clean. Maybe I ought to stop looking at bears and start looking at chaser houseboys who can cook, clean, do laundry, and light yardwork. Any volunteers?
I'm sure there's more on my mind. Right now though, that's enough. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest. You're all a great support system.
BEHR HUGS!!
10 July 2011
Sunday Favorite: 60

Recently I've experienced that rare phenomenon called "Feast." You are more likely familiar with its first cousin "Famine." Yes, that is correct, the Behr is experiencing a rise in popularity and not just in cyberland but in REAL LIFE. That's right gentlemen (and ladies), I have been on a few "dates" the past couple of weeks and it appears there are a few gentlemen out there who desire my company. Now, no one could be more surprised than I but I am enjoying it. The amusing aspect of this situation is the perceived jealousy that appears to be raising its head. I have one particular friend who, when I declined his offer to go get tacos for dinner due to a dinner/movie date with someone else, started quizzing me on who, what, when, and where. All he didn't ask was how and we all know that's second nature.
So my date consisted of a nice Mexican dinner and seeing "Horrible Bosses," which was funny. It is always good to see Kevin Spacey play a bad guy.
Before I forget - today's favorite picture should come as an easy lob to anyone not familiar with the favorite aspect. Beard? Check. Big body? Check. Amazing fur? Check. See? It's as easy as 1-2-3.
NEWSFLASH!
I'm very stoked that one of my most favorite people in the world will be coming to visit me in early August. He is taking a small vacation and chose lovely Los Angeles as his travel destination! I'm going to take a few days off from work so I can play tour guide. My boss doesn't know it yet but I'm confident he'll okay the request. No exact plans yet as to what will be on our itinerary but a tour of movie theaters - The Chinese Theater, The Egyptian, El Capitan, ArcLight, etc - will be on the tour. I'd like to take him to Disneyland or Universal Studios. I'd like to take him to the observatory and to Westwood Mortuary Park where several celebrities are interred (including Marilyn Monroe, Natalie Wood, Jim Backus, and Heather O'Rourke). Too many things to do and too few days in which to do it.
I have other thoughts running through my head but I don't want this installment to turn into some overly long missive. So with that news, I'll let you get on with your Sunday.
BEHR HUGS
02 March 2011
Backing Off....and Trivia

So the Behr is going to back off a little from the blogging thing. No more daily entries. Only when the mood strikes or if I come across a picture or piece of information that I just have to share.
Speaking of sharing (see...long-windedness) here's a bit of trivia I found online:
In ancient Greece, no term existed for homosexuality. There were only some expressions referring to specific homosexual roles. Experts find this baffling as the old Greek culture held love between males in the highest regard. According to several linguists, the word "homosexual" was not coined until 1869 by Hungarian physician Karoly Maria Benkert.
BEHR HUGS
05 December 2010
Sunday Behr Blather

Alright, that aside, onto some bits.
The other evening as I was headed toward the escalator to go to the lowest level in order to catch the subway bound for Union Station, a very cute papi stepped onto the escalator. He started down and glanced up at me and there was a "moment" that our eyes kind of locked. After I made the U-turn to get onto the same down escalator he turned around and looked up past me as if he was looking for someone...then he locked eyes with me. He then turned away and that was that. I know if I had smiled perhaps the "missed connection" would have turned out differently. But since I didn't smile at him he probably assumed that I wasn't interested. But he did check me out. And he was cute.
Another evening on the subway I saw a woman who definitely is a drag queen wannabe. She has short red hair that has blond highlights. It's cut in that style where the bangs on either side of her face are long but the back is shaped short. Plus it looked like she had had Botox injected into her overly done lips; her lip liner was about 10 shades too dark for the lipstick. To top it all off, she either glued caterpillars to her eyelids or her mascara barfed on her eyelashes. There wasn't time to take a picture of her. I was amused.
One more week of work! It should prove to be somewhat easy going as well. On Monday is the divisional holiday party (I work in HR) and on Friday the team holiday party (Training Dept). The other days will be spent finishing curriculum that I will debut in January. Other than that, it should be a quiet and uneventful week.
I tried yesterday to get into the holiday spirit by pulling down all of my Christmas storage tubs from the garage and taking them into the house. In doing so, I popped out my left knee again so of course the tendinitis is back. I set up the fake tree in the living room. I haven't decorated it yet; I think I'll wait and give Winston time to acclimate to its existence again. He's been sitting under it and biting the fake limbs. And probably swallowing the fake needles. To top things off, he's been a real wuss-puss; I swear his picture is under the dictionary definition of "scaredy-cat." He seems to jump at and/or run away from everything these days.
That's about all I have for now. I hope everyone is enjoying the weekend. BEHR HUGS
03 November 2010
More Followers!
11 September 2010
Saturday Behr Blather

I watched "The Emperor's Club," which stars Kevin Kline and Emile Hirsch. It's a "History Boys" meets "Dead Poets Society" but without the emotional impact of either of those two films. I found it a little slow towards the end.
I finished reading "Snowman," the fourth book in Mark Abramson's Beach Reading series. I thoroughly enjoy his series, which is set in San Francisco, predominantly in the Castro. I also finished reading Rebecca M. Hale's "How to Wash a Cat," which I started reading shortly after my surgery. This is Ms. Hale's debut novel and it's really cute. Cat lovers will enjoy the descriptions of Isabella and Rupert, the two felines in the story. This novel is also set in San Francisco and deals with secret tunnels, tulips, and pre-Gold Rush era citizens of SF who, interestingly enough, share their names with several streets.
I also took a nap with Winston. There's nothing more wonderful than napping with your cat. They are so calming and relaxing. I watched some TV, caught up on some blogs, and basically just kicked back.
It's been a good day. I hope it has been for everyone too. BEHR HUGS
17 August 2010
Welcome New Followers!

Christmaz, txlifter, Dan, Pau, Joe Janis, otumami-315, Big Gay Bear, Ziggy Starsmith, bootblacklarry, Marc, Ivan Vargus, Mad Professah
For those of you who are following and who I have not acknowledged, please forgive me. I realize you have many blog options and I appreciate that you have chosen Behr Blather.
Woofs and Grrrs to each of you and of course big BEHR HUGS!!
12 July 2010
500
03 July 2010
A New Look

I found the accompanying picture on the Beautiful website. The bottom banner bar states Joe Oppedisano - so I'm assuming that is the name of the model. Gorgeous, isn't he?
Enjoy your long weekend everyone! BEHR HUGS!!
29 May 2010
Saturday Behr Blather

I've been invited to a pool party; I decided not to go. First, I don't really know the hosts. We've exchanged messages on a bear social networking site and I met one half of the couple at the nearest bear/levi/leather bar back in October. Second, I'm not really supposed to be out in the sun; my blood pressure medication makes me overly susceptible to the sun. Yes there's sunblock but I've yet to find one that really protects me. The main reason I've decided not to go is that on the list of things to bring to the party, lube and condoms were listed. Now I'm not a prude. Sex is fun, and group sex can be a highly pleasurable event. But I like to know with whom I'm playing. And I know that if I went the sex part wouldn't be a requirement. But I'd just as soon not be in that awkward situation.
So that's my Saturday. BEHR HUGS!!
01 March 2010
Behr Bits

We had three performances of “Almost, Maine” this weekend and all three rocked! I swear, the cast gets better with each performance. The audiences seem to like it a lot although the gay vignette tends to cause nervous laughter. There’s not been a lot of backlash, surprisingly. And I was told that those who disapprove (as evidenced by comments on a written survey) are NOT our season ticket holders. So perhaps our audiences are warming up to same-sex themes. Not that we’ll be doing “Boys in the Band” any time soon but I think it’s a positive step in the right direction.
I mentioned in a previous post that I had loaned my friend money. He did stop by on Sunday night to pay me half of what he owes. Evidently something else went wrong with his van and so the remainder will be forthcoming. Supposedly in two weeks. We’ll see. So I’m richer by half.
I had a phone call from my partnered friend with whom I used to occasionally play. We just talked, caught up on life, etc. Later on, we chatted online where the conversation turned more flirty. I still don’t think we’ll get be getting together despite his telling me how much he wants to be with me. I think the latest changes (which are complicated) in his living arrangement will preclude any actual follow-through.
Here’s a little known fact: I’m a stalker. That’s right, I’m a cyber stalker of a certain someone from my past. Some people will say it’s unhealthy and isn’t doing me any good, that clinging on isn’t allowing me to move on. Perhaps they’re right. But since he’s always there in the back of my head anyway, what’s wrong with doing occasional Google searches? I hit the jackpot over the weekend. I found a picture he posted of himself in late December…he has shaved off his beard. I was shocked. I was intrigued. I laughed my ass off. I also was a little bit scared! Suffice it to say…he’s not too unfortunate looking sans facial hair. But he looks like a completely different person (if only that were true).
While surfing around online I discovered Taio Cruz for Piano, a three-song album available on iTunes. It consists of three piano instrumental tracks: “Break Your Heart,” “With or Without You,” and “Apologize.” I’m really digging it. I keep playing it over and over. It’s unfortunate in a way that I just discovered this because these songs would have fit in beautifully with the music I’m playing in “Almost, Maine.” I’ll have to hold onto these tracks for future use.
Here we are: March 1. Can you believe how quickly this year is starting out?
BEHR HUGS!!
BEHR HUGS!!
25 February 2010
Standing Up for Myself
A few years ago I went on a couple of dates with this guy, D--. Nice guy, a twinge of fluffiness, but real cool. At the end of our second date he told me he didn’t think he could date me because I’m too nice. WTF? Well that’s always been stuck at the back of my brain. This week I decided I am too nice. I allow people to walk all over me. Not that I’m a doormat, exactly, but I do hold my tongue and not stand up for myself. I avoid confrontation as much as possible.
So this week I started to change that Mr. Nice Guy perception.
For starters, a guy I’ve been casually dating off and on had two of my shirts. How he came by them is kind of a long story. I had one of his, which I returned. But he had one shirt for 4 months and the other for 3 months. I finally sent him a text asking when I could get them back. He apologized and made arrangements to drop them off at my house last night. He even had them laundered! So I was happy about that.
The other “stand up for yourself” thing I did was contact a friend about repaying a loan I gave him in December. I have loaned him money before and know that if I don’t say something I won’t get it back. In fact, over a year ago I loaned him a small amount and he never repaid it. And naturally I didn’t say anything. The other day I left him a message on that bear social networking site asking when he was going to repay me. He responded that I’d get my money soon and not to worry about it. I know he thinks I have lots of money to spare because I always come through for him. He doesn’t realize how it comes across though that after borrowing money supposedly to get his van fixed, he talks about scoring weed and attending concerts. Hopefully I’ll see him Sunday and he’ll repay the loan.
Today I decided to stand up for myself regarding this here blog.
Last week I posted about cheating, being the other man, the debate between monogamy and open relationships, and how it affects our winning equal rights, or so I believe. While I wasn’t expecting absolute agreement I was caught off guard by some of the comments. I felt personally attacked which, in my naiveté, I did not expect but should have. I’m not going to apologize for what I wrote; I shouldn’t have to apologize for my beliefs or viewpoint. And I’m not going to get into a pissing match with anyone. For the most part, I publish most comments, whether I agree or not and whether or not I feel attacked. We all have our beliefs, opinions, and thoughts on subjects large and small, important and trivial.
I would like to ask a favor of anyone following and commenting: please re-read whatever I’ve written and think before you fire off a response. My writing isn’t always black and white; it’s nuanced and subtle at times and the deeper meaning can get lost (something I need to work on, evidently). Reading comprehension helps.
And for God’s sake use spell check. There’s nothing more difficult to take seriously than an obvious knee-jerk reaction riddled with spelling and punctuation errors. You’re dealing with someone who has a degree in Journalism and was a technical writer for a decade. If spell check isn’t available then re-read what you wrote before clicking Submit because I’m only going to LMAO at your inability to convey your thoughts error-free. Yeah I’m a grammar snob. Sue me.
I considered dropping this whole blog thing but decided that was being a coward; sharing different opinions is a good thing. And it's not too often that I get too serious. However, if you don't like what I write or don't agree with my opinion or are pissed off at this specific post, then stop following. It’s about me, not you. It’s Behr Blather not Burger King and you can’t have it your way.
I am Behr. Hear me roar.
Blah Blah Blather
Back in January when I saw my doctor (he’s an internist, specializing in nephrology), he told me that my triglycerides number was better (yay!) but my cholesterol number went up (boo!). So he outlined briefly some foods I should avoid. So I’ve been trying to eat healthier, including my snacks: blueberries, walnuts, almonds, carrots, that sort of thing. I’ve limited my intake of beef and increased my intake of fish. Chicken is a staple of my diet so that was easy. I’m avoiding lunchmeat despite the convenience. The only difficult food that I’m trying to avoid is “hard cheese.” Well I love cheese of all kinds. So I’m struggling with that.
Been contemplating the gym again or at least taking a walk every night. But it hasn’t gone beyond the contemplation stage. I’m trying to find the motivation. It shouldn’t be difficult but it is. I can find the lamest excuses to avoid physical activity.
I finally joined the masses by purchasing an iPod. I went all out and got the 16G nano. I did not realize how difficult it would be to fill it up! I have made different playlists by genre and even have the music for the show loaded on it and I still have over 12G left. Most of the music I’ve downloaded came from my CD collection (it’s very small). I’m thinking I need to hit the iTunes Store soon. I bought the iPod because I’m hoping when I’m done contemplating and actually find that motivation to get to walking or going to the gym it’ll be a good distraction. I disliked the gym music; I need something a little more motivating.
Things are starting to get a little tense at work. It’s almost Annual Officer Review time and we’ve been told there will be merit raises and limited-to-no bonuses. I’ve gone without a pay rise for the past two years. This is the first year ever that the company did not make a contribution to our profit sharing. The company made a profit just not one large enough to warrant a contribution. It’s a cliché but I’m happy to have a job, especially one I enjoy (on most days). I’m not too concerned with the actual performance appraisal; I know what my rating will be and the usual platitudes that come with it. It’s just difficult to be joking with my boss one day about drag queens and blow jobs and then to be in a serious conversation about my abilities. Uh, my abilities regarding work, not regarding drag queens and blow jobs. (Thought I should clarify that!)
Winston (my cat) is doing well. For the past month or so he’s been sleeping next to me at night. I know he has his little routines and varies them every so often but this one just makes me giddy. It’s so nice to wake up in the morning with him curled up beside me. When I start to pet him, he purrs. And that lulls me back to sleep! Insomnia has rarely been a problem for me but if it is, all I need do is lay on the sofa with Winston curled up on me. Guaranteed sleep in 5…4….3…2…1…
I’m bored with American Idol already. Where are the manly men who sing like men??
BEHR HUGS!
17 February 2010
Confessions of a Home Wrecker Wannabe
This is one of my favorite sayings, which is attributed to Elizabeth Taylor. I’m not quite certain where I heard it first or if she even said it but I’ve used it frequently over the past several years. I always say it in jest. Or at least, most of the time I say it in jest.
Some time ago – a year or so maybe – I started chatting with someone on one of those bear social network sites. He lives relatively close to me, we had a couple of things in common, and there was a mutual attraction. Lots of heavy cyber-flirting ensued and eventually we met in person. Needless to say, we’ve seen each other off and on a few times and we somehow always end up naked.
This guy has a boyfriend. Perhaps I was deluding myself but I thought things weren’t that great between them and that the boyfriend was a temporary thing. Evidently I was wrong. I recently found out that they’re planning on moving in together. They had decided to wait before making such a commitment; they waited three years.
Although I’m happy for my friend, I’m a little disappointed. I have been wondering how I can get him to stop by after work again. I truly enjoy his company, both in and out of the bedroom. In fact, I’ve enjoyed his company in the living room, the kitchen, and briefly in the back yard! I don’t necessarily want him as a boyfriend but more for a friend with benefits. I doubt the boyfriend is amenable to an open relationship since theirs isn’t an open relationship. It never was. After the last time I saw my friend some time passed. When we finally chatted again I mentioned I hadn’t seen him and he admitted to feeling guilty.
So yeah…that makes me the “other man.” I’m not necessarily proud of that fact but I rationalize it that I’m single and he was the one who actually cheated. I know this sort of thing happens in many gay relationships. I know many gay relationships are open. And while I don’t believe that man was necessarily meant to be monogamous - we are animals after all - I do believe that there should be some sanctity in relationships, especially if we are going to demand our equal rights. Never mind that this sort of thing happens in straight relationships; they are not our concern. We need to rise above our straight counterparts and be better at our relationships. For every long-term monogamous gay couple I know, I can name five open relationship gay couples. And it’s that sort of sexual abandon that will defeat us time and time again in the equal rights battle.
Well that and the whole religious and political vitriol being preached hither and yon.
I used to think that one of the best things about being gay was that we didn’t have to mimic our straight counterparts. We could be as wild and unbounded in our sexual adventures as we liked. But as I creep closer and closer to the half-century mark, it’s not so fun – or available – as when I was younger. I sometimes long for that special someone to whom I will come home and with whom I will grow old. And I don’t want to be “the other man” for the rest of my life.
So rather than try to intervene and seduce my friend back to my boudoir, I will just remain his friend. Because it’s time that I, as a single gay man, take the high road and stop interfering with established relationships and work at building one for myself.
"If you can’t have a happy home…make one."
Maybe that should be my new motto.
BEHR HUGS!
28 January 2010
Cute Young Thing

I'm a bad American citizen. I completely forgot that the SOTU address was last night. I'm hoping to catch the sound bites or - more hopefully - someone will blog about the highlights. I did notice the picture of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and their stoicism in the face of President Obama's attack of DADT. Or so Joe.My.God said.
A word to my followers: thank you. Thank you all for supporting my corner of cyberland and for the many supportive comments to Love, Not Love. I know many of you come here to check out the hot men and that's good, nay, great! But I have decided to keep the photo blog posts to a minimum. I would like to start actual blogging, even if it's mundane stuff. But believe it or not, I have lots to share: my Scouting experience, my coming out, my struggle with balancing religion and being gay, and my ongoing struggle with self-acceptance.
So although I'm not totally revamping Behr Blather, there will be some changes. I hope you'll all stick around for the ride. BEHR HUGS!!
31 December 2009
Countdown to 2010

Okay enough "wonder" aside. In anticipation of tonight's festivities (sangria and my annual watching of "Sunset Blvd."), I present 12 favorite men. For the most part I don't know who they are - although I know the bear networking website screen name of one or two.*wink* But I only know these men in my fantasies. I hold each one in absolute awe.
I want to thank ALL of my followers and those who comment on Behr Blather. I do this for you. Each one makes this old behr's heart fill with gratitude. Have a safe and fun New Year's Eve. Happy 2010! BEHR HUGS!!











02 December 2009
I Think...

...there's nothing worse than being single at Christmas.
...coworkers who say hello to you several times throughout the day are starved for attention (not to mention annoying).
...someone should actually invent one of those machines that provides the item when you think it, whether it's a hamburger with onions and pickles or the smiling stranger from the subway train naked in your bed.
...I can do a better job at recycling.
...pets are extraordinary. They bring such spirit and warmth to your living space; they truly make a house a home.
...the state of the world will get worse before it gets better.
...I'm becoming more pessimistic, cynical, and sarcastic in my old age.
...*FUCK* is one of the greatest words.
...naps are underrated and should be mandatory during the work day.
...the world would be better off if everyone just *lived and let live.*
...bacon is probably God's most perfect foods. It goes with everything.
...everyone is a little bit gay. Some of us are just a little bit more gay.
BEHR HUGS!
07 November 2009
Life Lesson

Joe told me about reading his father’s Playboy. Or maybe it was Penthouse. Whichever, I got the impression this was an illicit act on Joe’s part despite his father letting him drink beer. He read the “how to” technique and promptly knew I needed to know too. And so he described what we were supposed to do. And rather than touch ourselves which is dirty, we touched each other. Or more accurately, Joe touched me. He kept prompting me to “think of the hottest girl in class” and the he said "Dana." So I tried thinking of her…I saw her in my mind’s eye and try as I might…nothing happened. No precum. No cum. But oh did it feel good!
Believe it or not, after that night in the tent, I kind of forgot about my lesson until what was probably a couple years later when we were in junior high school. Joe and I had a different set of friends and rarely saw each other. One night, I woke up with a hard on. I remembered the lesson so I began the exploration and tugging, thinking about Dana. Then about Barbara. Then about Wendy. Then about that unnamed girl from English Class. And yet….nothing. Just when I was about to give up, the memory of lying atop my sleeping bag buck naked, eyes closed, Joe’s hand on my dick leapt to the forefront of my mind. I started thinking about Joe, he of the hair the color of dried leaves. He with the slight Southern drawl although he was California born and raised. He who sprouted a dusting of chest hair before the rest of us. He of the beefy build who went on to become a half-way decent high school football player.
I left the stain on the ceiling until I was 16.
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