Cuddling on the
Wild Side

Wow, so it’s been over a month since my last post. Sorry y’all. My goal is to post at least once a week. Start prodding me if I don’t keep to that.

I have been reluctant for a long time to accept that I’m a bear/cub. It’s mostly because when I think of bears, I think of overweight guys that may (or may not) be furry. And while that is true to some degree it’s not always true. Bears come in a variety of sizes and shapes including bears, polar bears, otters, wolves, cubs, and a plethora of other creatures that I’ve probably never even heard of. And no, I’m not going to go into what each type is, but this wikipedia article may shed some light on it.

While being a bear is somewhat about looks, it’s also a lot about personality that comes with it. Since I’ve been in Seattle, many of my friends fit into the “bear family”. Even my friends in Austin were mostly part of the bear family. It’s always been where I’ve felt the most comfortable.

I truly came to accept it just this weekend. It started out with buying the wooden bears you see above. They are also leather-scented and they smell amazing. I bought them at Doghouse Leather in Seattle. For a second before I bought them, I was like “do I really want to buy them because they are bears.” Then I just said “fuck it” and bought them. Then today I was at some friends’ birthday party, all of whom are pretty much bears, and realized it was where I fit in and I just need to accept the label and it isn’t something to get hostile about, like I have some times in the past.

There you go, I declare myself a leather/kink muscle bear/cub. I’m not really sure the difference between bears and cubs. I also do like other muscle bears/cubs, especially if they are submissive and pain pigs