As I’ve been browsing through the ever-growing online community of bear & bear aficionados in Tumblr, I just realized just how, in such a short time, our group has grown to astounding proportions. Just to think, about a decade ago like-minded individuals got to know each other through email lists and chat rooms. They were smaller and private niche communities that only the persistent and dedicated would find. With the advent of social networking and instant access to media, our loves, lusts, and fetishes are displayed out in the forefront not just for us but for the rest of the world.
Never had I thought that I’d be living in a time where I’d be inundated by images of bearish and chubby men. But that is how it is today. The sharing and delivery of such images and videos come in such a rapid pace that if you blink for a second, you’d miss almost a year’s worth of masculine media (in comparison to a decade ago, for instance). I feel like an old wheel trying to keep up with the young and tech-savvy kids who are proficient with the language of Facebooks, Twitters, and the like.
The thing is, I have noticed a sort of evolution. Those of us who were in need of a connection with others who shared our passion found it in the world of the “bear subculture.” However, diverse groups have come out of that culture. From the chubs to the brutes, the daddies to the cubs, the furry and the smooth, new groups and types have quickly grown to develop their unique identities. In short, we share a common trait with them: we love men of larger-than-typical sizes. However, just because they share such a trait does not necessarily make them a part of the “bear subculture.”
Recently I just involved myself in commenting about the “What is a bear?” debate. Without even mentioning my stance on this here, let’s just say that no one truly owns the term. In fact, when I started the idea of “bearmythology,” I created it for people who had an affinity towards bearish-looking men. So it is in my heart’s content to see other folks like me who discuss about such men without associating it with any particular culture.
They know that they like big guys and that’s just how the way it is.
And as I’m about to leave the online world in a few minutes, I’d like end with these images from a wonderful (and NSFW) blog called The BeefMonger’s Blog…
The NFL is currently in a sticky bind trying to create a balanced and fair “harsh penalty” for players who would flagrantly hit and intentionally harm other players [ESPN]. I have been following this news and it basically resembles any workplace where management has no clue whatsoever what their employees would go through in their respective jobs. A frustrated defensive player who is being forced to make a split-second decision about the safety of his opponent is no different from any corporate America employee being told by management what to do when they haven’t even experienced their employees’ jobs firsthand at all.
In short, a sure-fire way to have a disgruntled employee is to make his or her job difficult. That’s pretty much the case with any human interactions, whether it be in sports, work, school, and, well, anything else.
However interesting that may be (lol), I am far more concerned with a much sinister and heinous argument that just might bring the NFL to even lower depths: people complaining about the increased exposure of armpits on the football field!
Paul Lukas has a hilarious commentary in his “Uni Watch” segment in ESPN.com called “Simply stated, these jerseys are the pits”:
Of course, being an Armpit Aficionado I am completely against his rally cry against the increased exposure of armpits in the NFL. To combat this, I will selectively choose some of Mr. Lukas’ points so that I could easily contradict him.
Let us begin our battle of “pits,” shall we?
But some players have been pushing the sleeveless style past the limits of visual propriety. For years, the poster child for this look has been Chris Hovan, who’s basically had his jersey tailored like a tank top, revealing more of his body than Uni Watch (or, most likely, anyone) wants to see.
Au contraire, Pepe Le Pew. The NFL is stacked to the brim with magnificent and imposing behemoths whose muscular and stocky builds are completely encumbered by needless jerseys, shoulder pads, and helmets. These men are our living mythical giants who, on any given Sunday, push their strengths and endurance to the limits for our entertainment. They are the wonders of our modern age, gladiators of a brutal sport, and the glue that binds people together as well as a polarizer of cities & communities. That being said, it would be totally awesome if football players were just shirtless. So, yes, there are people out there who actually respect and admire the human form. If a football player like Chris Hovan tailors his jersey like a tanktop, then that’s just a bonus for us fans and non-fans alike. Yes, there are people out there who appreciate Hovan’s armpits. As much as you probably enjoy watching the Lingerie Football League.
3. Ixnay on the exflay. Tired of the recent trend of players flexing like bodybuilders? That’s yet another byproduct of the faux sleeves. Wouldn’t be happening if the players’ upper arms were covered.
Seriously? Your number 3 reason for banning exposed armpits is because it would cause more football players to flex their muscles? And let’s just say that it’s true that all men in the world who wear sleeveless shirts severely suffer from Acute-Muscle-Flexing-Syndrome-Because-I’m-Wearing-A-Wifebeater, then what exactly is wrong with that? Men, especially men of the bigger variety, have the right to be proud of their bodies and strength. Of course there is a time and place to do so, in regards to sportsmanship versus showmanship, but please don’t blame the sleeveless jersey for causing men’s inherent desire to display their Alpha Maleness.
Okay. Now that I have conveniently avoided responding to Mr. Lukas’ finer & compelling points, let me pleasantly end my needless rant with a cavalcade of photos of Chris Hovan’s magnificent and spectacular armpits…
And to end on a finer rose-scented note, here is the Hovan family… Wow. I just love this image.
I love WordPress and I truly enjoy blogging with their software. But, sometimes, you just want to microblog and Twitter is too restricting. Lo and behold, I’ve stumbled upon Tumblr and it’s definitely fulfilling an appetite of mine. Anyway, I just started it and please check it out.
Gay Bear Fighter
Hello, Mr. Korean Time-Traveling Warrior. I’m a gay bear and I–
Korean Time-Traveling Warrior
당신이 떠나 곰이 동성애!
(Translation: You leave gay bear!)
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It’s been a scorching summer so far and I’ve had my share of heated debates with the same arguments I’ve been repeating ever since I started this blog. I’ve decided to put my rant on such matters on today’s Thank Grizzly It’s Friday.
How many websites are out there where straight girls/women and boys/men who would have a similar type of a disclaimer for their blog/site?
I’d wager zero to completely none.
Queers can be attracted to the same sex; however, they shouldn’t let their attractions be known.
It’s gross. It’s hilarious. It’s wrong. It’s pathetic. It’s disturbing. It’s funny.
To your right is Scouserugger with his own disclaimer:
You have two bloggers who are basically apologizing for finding such men attractive.
I can’t help but feel like a criminal and Scouserugger and I shouldn’t be treated as one. Yet we receive angry complaints about doing what we’re doing.
I still cannot comprehend where the animosity and disgust is coming from. Maybe if I pretended I was a female in the first place, then maybe no one would be complaining. Because, honestly, the men would then be flattered. But I have to be a hot female first though, because if I posted a fake photo of a mediocre-to-ugly looking gal, then they wouldn’t be flattered. But since they are still females, they wouldn’t be creeped out by such public showing of attraction.
Anyway, perennial favorite strongman, Terry Hollands actually shared his thoughts on a forum where I had a brief discussion with about gay men being sexually-explicit with strongmen (online and off).
I quite regularly get messages from them and as a whole most are very decent. You do get the odd one or two that push the limit a little by being a bit crude but that’s the same in all people not just gay guys!
I think people are way too sensitive to this sort of stuff, just take it as a compliment! They understand you aren’t gay. The way I look at it if a very unattractive woman thought you was nice looking would it bother you? if not then don’t worry about this! Just cause they think you’re attractive doesn’t mean you have to do anything about it!!
I have blocked a couple on Facebook due to VERY inappropriate messages but like I said as a whole they are decent guys.
I am really happy to hear this from a strongman whom I have posted quite a number of times on the blog. (I’ll just pretend I didn’t talk about the “underwear model” comment for Big Tall Order. That was purely from a consumer’s viewpoint. *winks*) Sometimes, the hateful and insulting comments are overshadowed by something simple. And in this case, Mr. Hollands’ understanding viewpoint on gay men.
Yes, we are just like any kind of people. We can be nice, obnoxious, generous, selfish, loving, and hateful. We’re not aliens, for crying out loud. And, please, don’t make grandiose statements that “gay bears are the worse” in comparison to something a straight woman, bisexual chick, or female dog would do. It’s like saying that all black people like chicken. Well then, also call me black.
Enough of today’s rant. It’s another scorching Friday afternoon and I’d rather look at hot men. 😛
So, my dearest gentlemen of the big and burly variety… May we have your permission to find you attractive?
Well, I guess that’s pretty good enough. -_^
[The following screenshots of Stephen Lee are from Robocop 2. Yes, this is a BearFic. And, yes, it is very pathetic. But the photos look so lonely by themselves that I just gotta do a bit of an ad-libbed fiction…]
Insert Dirty Title Here
-Stephen Lee BearFic-
Okay, so I’m a dirty cop. Sue me. Find me a clean one, and I’ll know yer lyin’. Ain’t no clean cops around here no more. Even the laundromats use coke as detergents in this forsaken city.
And so what if I shoot concentrated Seduction7? Got nothing to be happy for in this goddamn hellhole. Plus, everyone’s doing it. And it don’t matter that I’m wearing a pig uniform. I always get the best seat in the strip joints. Not to mention unlimited lap dances. Just one of them perks but it’s nothing compared to the shit that goes on in this town.
You know how bad this city’s become? Listen, we gots robots doing our jobs for us. You believe that? Robots. I don’t know who’s crazier — me or the loony dumbasses who thought this one up. These robots… I don’t like ’em. They really fucking do their jobs……
I was just at the arcades playing “Ikari Warriors” ™ when one of them freaking robot grabbed my neck. He saw me buy some S7 from some punk kid of this district’s local gang. Shoulda been more careful. They got them supersonic vision shit. Shit!
Sonovabitch. Damn freak almost cracked my ribcage. Whoever the hell programmed this bastard is one sick fuck. I feel like some lardass elephant sat on my chest.
What did he think? I’m gonna tell him? I know my rights, I — oof!…..
“Okay okay okay….. Lester Freeman. I got the drugs from Lester Freeman. Freaking drugs behind that “Ikari Warriors” ™. Thought you got some superhuman vision assho — OW!”
Damn metalhead’s gonna kill me. And, aw. shit, Lester’s goons gonna get me too…..
It’s funny how the pigs get a handful of free passes from these robots. Either the slammer’s filled or they’re running out of recruits. For God’s sakes, that’s the least of my worries. I’m a dead man.
Well, it’s gotta end sooner or later. So here I am in some cliched deserted building. I remember being gagged while I was on my way to the hospital. I knew it was Lester’s goons…..
Ironic that on my final moments, I’m wrapped around with clean sheets. Jezus, clean freakin’ sheets. Guess I deserve this.
I just hope that this goofy doc’s scalpel does its job freaking quick…..
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Jesus, so Lester’s human after all. Good night, sweet prick.
Well, not a big loss anyway. There are more rival gangs here than I could care to count. Ah, speaking of which, time to enjoy some of this sweet, sweet S7, thanks to that Brazilian bonehead, Reinaldo.