Accident or choice? First step of any good hurdles in life is to first admit to something. So, here it goes I am admitting with some reluctance that I MAY be a bear. I’ve always been aware of the bear community but through some ignorance always thought of “them” as fat, out of shape, beer drinking cheeseburger eating, poorly dressed ,skid mark wearing, hair balls!
As I approached my 30′s and let my beard grow in and filled in a bit ( Im not fat Im big boned! ) I kept getting called, ” Baby bear” , ” Cub” , ” Otter” to which I always came back with an, ” NO, I just have a beard thats all!” ( fist slams on desk) I began to notice all my friends had put on some weight and all had beards. Hmmm are we just getting old , or is this the Bear Community I so denied being part of?
I began attending events labeled at as ” Bear” events and dedicated getaways such as the famous , Lazy Bear Weekend at the Russian River. So, as I scan through my 500 or so closest and dearest Facebook profile. I had notice there was a beard explosion on my screen. Ahhh , you are what you eat… no… no I mean you are who you hang out with, right?
So, a turning point in my Bearhood was last spring , April to be exact. I was asked to walk in a runway show for for his Fall 2010 collection. So, I threw man arms in the air. Hot damn, if the characteristics of being a bear ( requirements were: at least 6′ / 200 lbs/ beard) were going to get me to walk in the international, Belgian fashion designers show, I’m a bear. Sign me up! http://www.waltervanbeirendonck.com
So is being a ” Bear” a choice or are you born into a body with genes that will make you a bear no matter how hard you try not to be. Anyhow now I see the Bear community as a loving group of big and small hairy men and I’ve some across come skid marks, but thats life I guess. Thanks for listening!