About the Bear

Born in the early part of 1964 I am far from old but certainly old enough. I have a tendency to come off a bit abrupt but truly the growl is much worse than the bite. A trait inherited from my mother, I tend to say things before I actually think them through, which has gotten me a few sour looks in my day. My intent is never to hurt or offend but having done so a few times in my day, I apologize in advance for anything that may come hereafter. Enough of the bear’s mentality at this time, I am more than sure further glimpses into the workings of my head will become clear in future.

Proudly and openly I have professed my sexuality for more than half my days, yes for those of you in the know I am also a bear of the gay persuasion. For those of you still in the dark, a bear in the gay community is most typically defined as a hirsute and “robust” (hey, my blog, my adjective!) man of some maturity. As with anything the term “bear” in our culture has become watered down, twisted and suited to many different individuals likes and dislikes but my definition is and always will be exactly the image the word bear brings to mind…

• a big, furry, cuddly looking and oft time grumpy beast!!!

That being said, Who wants a hug??

Now before I lose the proverbial 90%, let me just say this is in no means going to be a “gay” themed venue.  My sexual orientation, albeit a large part, is but a small piece of the puzzle that is me.  My interests are wide ranging and varied, so bear with me (yes that pun was too easy).  I am sure you will find something that will provoke or amuse  in upcoming “grumblings”.  So stop back and let me know how I am doing!!!