“Remind me… what’s so bad about the Musclebears, again?”

One of you out there posted this video in the activity stream a week or so ago. I saw it while I was traveling and managed to remember the name of the video, but the not name of the Bear Central member who shared it. Whoever it is… thanks for the lead. I’m in love with Charles K. Brown. Click through to watch the sexy vid.

I have an idea. Why not start the evening out and get his motor runnin’ first with a snazzy pair of undies. But, not something goofy and frilly that might embarrass you if you choked on a smoked oyster and suddenly had to go to the hospital.

To jump-start this week, let’s just say you get to have your choice of one of these three burly hunks – for one long night of unbridled, bring-it-on-home-to-Jesus, lip-smackin’, belly-bumpin’ monkey sex.

Some people say Marijuana (pot, weed, grass) is harmless. And, yes – in many areas, you can even get medical prescriptions for it, these days. But, as you may have heard, Marijuana tends to be a transitional drug, often leading straight to more dangerous stuff, like sweat pants and Cheetos.

“What the hell is an Otter?”

I love this man with every fiber of my being, and he loves me. I hope he moves in with me by summer. But, if he can’t make the move by summer, how long should I wait for the man of my dreams? As it is, we are in a monogamous relationship, so I really miss sex, his sex particularly. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

When I see an online profile that uses the expression “straight-acting”, my knee-jerk response is to write to the guy and ask him how “straight” he acts with another man’s tongue (or whatever) in his mouth (or wherever).

From the start, bear-identified magazines and video companies pioneered and celebrated that mentality of celebrating and sexualizing normal, everyday guys.
“He’s a star. He’s a star. And, you can be a star, too.”

Clafoutis is a baked French Dessert of black cherries arranged in a buttered dish, and covered with a thick flan-like batter. The Clafoutis is dusted with powdered sugar and served lukewarm.

Who are the hot youngish stars of movies, music, television and sports these days? I’m not talking about Justin Bieber, Leo DiCaprio and/or those tweezed, preened and plucked Abercrombie Vampires from “Twilight”, either. I’m talking about hairy, beary guys (throwbacks, if you will) who buck the young / smooth / shaved trend in Hollywood, and proudly display their masculine characteristics, hairy chests and facial hair for all the world to see. Even those who aren’t necessarily bearded, in many cases, seem to ooze testosterone from the very pours of their being, fueling the fires of fantasy for young (and old, like me!) gay fellas throughout the land!

Take a look around the pool at Lazy Bear, or across the boatslip in between Planter’s Punches, during the Ptown Bear Week tea dance.
Why are there, relatively speaking, so few bears of color amongst us?