um, yeah…

So, I have never actually identified as a bear. Most folks know this. I have enjoyed them a good bit through my adult life. I have even enjoyed a good number of bear events, including as recent as a big gay bear prom just a week or so ago…

That said, I had an odd shift at work last Thursday, leaving me done at 8:30, so I went out for a bit, stopping first at the gay bar literally right around the corner from me. I ran into a few acquaintances that I hadn’t seen for a bit, and this was the exchange:

big, butch lesbian: “hey, Gryph, this is my new girlfriend, X. X, this is Gryph.”

BBL’s drunk bear friend: “yeah, he used to be heavier and hotter…”

me: O_<

So, there you go. For the record, I am currently 6’5″ and 230 pounds. Most of the time I have knew this group, I was only about 250-255… For the irony record, the bear looked like he had dropped some weight, more than I have I would guess, and I thought he looked the best I have seen him, he was lean and handsome and his belly solid and more manageable.

Seriously, though, this is a growing part of what makes organized bear events increasingly harder for me on many occasions. My suggestion: if you want to lose weight, lose it; if you don’t care, than don’t, but fuck you for needing me to be more unhealthy to want me.

As I said, fuck you.