I was given a mission, one I thought I could handle, but before I could make that bear growl I needed to do a little research. So I did what anyone this day and age would do and I Googled it. The sites, why there were a plenty, but it was a little history I was in search of and here is what I have uncovered.
“Bear in LGBT communities is a metaphorical reference to the animal of the same name with similar notable features. These features include the animal’s hairiness, its solid proportions, and its physical power. The bear is big and powerful, and the reconciliation of these two qualities is at the heart of the Bear concept’s appeal.” This information alone sent chills down my spine and I had a feeling this was my type of assignment.
“Bears originated in San Francisco in the 1980s as an outgrowth of gay biker clubs, and then later the leather and “girth and mirth” communities. It was created by men who felt that mainstream gay culture was unwelcoming to men who did not fit a particular “twink” body norm (hairless and young).” Big, hairy, and mine!
Armed with knowledge I realized the history lesson, though informative, has not help land one of these amazing creatures in my arms. So I go back to Google and see what else I can find. Maybe one of these sites can help. DAMN IT! Create an account and now I sit and wait. I don’t want an online romance with big, strong and hairy! I want him in my bed, behind me, his hot breathe and the back of my neck. I want to hear that deep growling coming from his throat in my ear! I want to feel the rumble of his chest on my back! I want it all, but shit looks like I have to wait.
