I had a wonderful day of spending time with fellow bloggers Brettcajun, Moby, Homer, Chad Fox and others at The Eagle Tavern’s Sunday Beer Bust. But, let me just say that me in a Bear Bar is like a sheep in a wolf’s den.
I HEART bear bars.
And those there HEART me.
There’s something about hairy manly men that is quite sexy.
Being shoved left and right in a crowded room while trying to hold onto my $10-all-you-can-drink keg beer reminds me of fraternity parties in college. Having my ass grabbed and told I look like Matthew Broderick (in his “Wargames” days) is quite flattering. Hanging out with cool guys and new friends is always the best. It was a true San Franhomo day.
I am always mesmurized with the abundance of beards at bear bars. I go out of my way to shave and moisterize and prune as much as humanly possible. I have experimented with my own facial hair and friends always remind me that I need more dense hair follicles for making my beard at least a bit believable. At The Eagle today, the sheer abundance of beards reminded me that my own hormones could work a bit harder; I can get away with two days without shaving for anyone to notice. I have to admit that I find facial hair on men sexy. Many of these men, however, probably get 5 o’clock shadow at 11 a.m. I will never know the need to shave constantly and I am grateful.
What I do love about bear bars versus other gay venues is the pure honesty that this segment of our community has about who they are. They are comfortable and honest and clear with themselves. I admire that aspect of today’s outing. When I am with men that feel comfortable with themselves, I feel better about me. I can relate on a whole new level when superficiality is removed.
With all this said, I will go back to the merits of a $10-all-you-can-drink event at The Eagle. It rocks.
The fellow bloggers I met are fun and true folks. Since we already all know each other from our writings, it is always a formality to meet in person. However, I yearn to learn more about my blogging cohorts all the time. Today, that happened.
And, it was a good day at that!
Wow, I just so happen to watch a Logo segment about bears. I think I’d pick hanging out with them any day, than be surrounded by twinks and queens I guess.
They just seemed real laid-back and genuine that they’re happy to just be, and not try to impress anybody.
And this was a bar you can pretty much go to anytime during the week?
I heart bears too. Whenever we go to the eagle here in dallas we wind up actually speaking to people. The bear community has a certain come as you are attitude that is totally refreshing in confront of the hyper glam uber gucci-prada scene of the mega thumpa thumpa club. Hooray for bears and hooray for beards!
That picture is just gross and not because of the people. Do you see how murky the water is!? Gross.
You’re hanging out with a bunch of the San Francisco bloggers who have continuously snubbed and ignored me. Maybe I should start throwing your name around like a celebrity
Sounds like you’re settling right in with all the bears. That photo is hilarious! There’s an old guy getting a blowjob on the side of the pool, and this guy like 7 inches away acting like he has no idea what’s going on beside him. And then there are some threesomes and foursomes going on in the water.
When they start shooting their loads, that pool is going to be a filthy mess. Gross. And this one guy is swigging a drink on the steps of the pool, completely unphased by the fuckfest. I assumed it was beer but wouldn’t it be funny if it were just a Sprite or root beer?
I love hairy guys as well, just not BIG HUGE OLD ones. I totally agree with Adam that it’s refreshing how much less attitude they have as opposed to some of the bar queens out there.
It’s awesome you got to meet all of those guys.
I think I saw you in that picture LOL
Sounds like you had a great time. I guess those bears aren’t dangerous
you should come to Florida and hang out with some of us Florida bears.
More than just the bears HEART you….
Hey Dan:
Ya know, blogger ‘groupies’ had just as much fun hangin’ w/ the bloggers too. It was great to have met you. Now I have yet another reason to stop by your blog, read, and say hi.
Matthew Broderick aye! I was thinking the same thing but never verbalized it. You also have an element of Tim Curry in you too.
Damn…some of those bears at the Lonestar too were, as Brett says, ‘Hubba, Hubba, Hubba!’
Bears are great, but I think not without qualifications. I don’t think that bears for the most part are all that accepting of their OWN bodies. Most bears I meet like larger guys (most are explicit in saying they don’t want someone, ahem, enormous). But I think they are more genuine and sweet. I wish I had a camera with me all day so I could photo all the hot bears walking around the castro. Sigh. And if you can’t grow a beard, don’t. No one will think less of you.
Danny Darling,
Now watch yourself in Bear country.
I once had a mishap when I had left a spot of honey on my breast after my morning tea and was ravaged by a sex crazed bear at “The Eagle” in Providence RI after one of my shows.
Kisses, MargOH!