I have a new boyfriend.
Everyone go Woot! Woot! How long has it been? Too long.
I’ll just call him Red because he’s a big gingerhead with fur all over, a grin that drops me to my knees, and a heart that is just too sweet and pure to handle.
So Red, prior to me becoming his boyfriend, planned a little game between us that I didn’t know about. The game was simple: he wanted to spend as much time with me as possible. One, he tricked me into staying at his house to house-sit while he flew to the Rocky Mountains to visit his family. Two, he purposely let me find sexy bear videos that he starred in of some male play, caught me watching them, and admitted that he liked me, which I didn’t even realize. Three, he confessed to me that he never flew west to visit his family, and that he thought he loved me. Four, the bear had me exactly where he wanted me and I became lost in him. We spent the Fourth of July weekend together, had amazing sex together, decided to date a few times, just to add some fun to our mix, and I’ve been staying with him for a month now, enjoying every second of his company.
My point is this, Cubs: You don’t know when the right bear is going to come along. Bears are wild, don’t forget. A few will growl at you and some will want to climb your tree for some honey. But you honestly can’t tell me that you can pick a time and day of when your Mr. Bear Perfect is going to trespass into your life and knock over your garbage cans, which won’t piss you off at all. There’s no predicting when a bear like Red will show up on your doorstep and fall head over hills in love with you. Will it happen? Sure. Will you love him back? Absolutely. But will you know when a guy like Red will sniff out your sweet honey? No way.
Listen to me, Cubs. And listen closely. Don’t say you’re going to listen and you won’t. Be on the lookout for love from a bear. They like to hunt, stalk, and use men like as prey. And some of them want to be loved. Those are the important ones. Be aware of their existence and when they make a presence. Don’t turn them away, or turn them down. Bears need to be loved, so find a way of loving them back, just as I have done with Red.
Red. I’ve fallen in love you, big bear. You’re a good catch. Grrrrr.
Hit me back.
—Toby Cartwright
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Toby doesn’t upload the blog to his site. He reads through it a number of times, changes a few things, and half believes that the piece of work is shit and that he should delete it altogether. Somehow, someway he convinces himself to keep it. And before he decides to make love to Denver, head over heels for the man, riding him like a cowboy, he sends the short piece to his Bear Blog and shares the four hundred-plus words with the rest of the world.