THIS IS A CALL TO ARMS.
IT’S TIME TO RISE UP AND DESTROY BEARS.
by Andrew Extein
My boyfriend at the time, a couple friends, and I drank beers and chatted pleasantly with each other, taking in the scenery but not really interacting with the natives. Soon we were approached by a rather burly man, taller than us, and draped in an outfit that consisted of 100% denim. I appreciated the specificity of his personal brand and possible fetish, but appreciation was soon replaced by fear. I imagined that this man would initiate typical benign conversation: “Do you guys live here? Have you been here before?” Instead, his opening: “What the fuck are you guys doing here? Get out.”
"You guys don’t belong here. You guys aren’t gay, you’re fags. Look at what you’re wearing. What are you doing here? You guys are fags, you’re not gay.”
diamondmind asked: GIVEN UP FOR YOU--MAY WE SPARKLE NOW AND AT THE HOUR OF OUR ASCENT, BLESSED BE. <3
I prefer bears that eat from stolen picnic baskets…
This is a trilogy of a man having to adjust his life after falling in love with a fussy polar bear.