BEAR NECESSITIES AND OTHER CUBS...
Friday, January 30, 2004
Typically there has been a slight problem with Fur and Snow and goodness knows what else, getting caught up in the Internet this week - so we'll be bringing you PART 2 of our look into Bear Shaving sometime next week.
Stay woofy!!
Shy xx
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
Hello again...
Well here we are - back for a new discussion - and this week's topic to be debated on and off is...
IS IT EVER OKAY FOR A BEAR TO SHAVE???
It's a tricky one...
I'd only ever consider it if I knew it was going to grow back twice as much to be honest...
I have a story to tell later this week which illustrates some of the problems involved...
But first I thought I'd ask for a few quick opinions from the boys...
Redbeard first... So is it ever ok in his view...
Well he wasn't sure about the rights and wrongs but he did have this to say...
"I remember I woke up once into the middle of the night went into the bathroom and shaved my chest right down my navel!I have absolutely no idea why - and it didnt seem to make much difference to the thickness and itched like buggery when growing back - plus I felt like a chubby middle aged woman without it..."
Thankfully, there were no chubby, middle aged women about at the time and so Red returned to Bears! HOORAH!
Well - I must say that Red's comments do worry me - if in his case there was no strengthening of the fur level... I'm not convinced it's something I'm going to be trying... But I'm willing to hear a further tale...
Womble Cub a.k.a. God Furring Bear had this to say...
"I've shaved everything at various points. I quite liked having a shaved chest once or twice - but its a sod to maintain and it seems a waste to lose the fur. I did shave my upper arms though because of the new tattoo which I recently acquired..."
Hmm... Difficult in that case as in Womble's case there was need of "land clearance" in advance of the arrival of the tattoo - which I've seen and which is completely marvellous...
Seems like shaving brings problems to Bears - lots of itchiness...
I'm not keen - somebody is really going to have to sell this to me to make me ever wanna have a voluntary shave...
I have a story about an involuntary shave to tell you tomorrow or thursday... Until then - anyone with any positive tales of furry men shaving - please get in touch!!!
More soon...
Shy xx
Thursday, January 22, 2004
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Sorry not to have posted in a while - but I've been quite busy and have only just been able to gain access to a PC after a rather embarrassing event that happened soon after new year... But more on that later...
We do aim to return to the themed discussions of last year and the first of these should be coming next week when we pose the question - IS IT EVER OKAY FOR A BEAR TO SHAVE?
Hopefully we'll also be hearing what some of the other fellas have been up to over the Christmas break - I did catch up with a couple of the fellas but you'll be hearing more about that in the next few weeks...
SO what of my Christmas? Well as you may remember I had a rather pleasant encounter with Santa just before Christmas Day and on New Years Eve made the mistake of going to a Dr Who themed New Years Party where I was mobbed and then had to get lots of stickiness out of my fur.
I have also been busy writing some new poems which you can learn more about at www.thedaffypoet.blogspot.com and also have been trying to spend a bit of time with my good friend, Simon Yeti whose site is now back up and running after all of last year's nastiness involving our trip out to the States in mid-November. Simon's latest goings on can be followed at www.worldofyeti.blogspot.com.
Anyway - I mentioned a slight problem that has kept me away from things over the last couple of weeks...
Well, it all goes back to me - out walking on New Years Day around Regent's Park and there am and I see this big sign: WANTED URGENTLY - BEARS!!!! So I think - ey upp - what's going on here - I should offer my services - who knows what fun might be entailed. (I've always thought I'd be quite good in Bear Porn and perhaps that was in the back of my mind...) So, anyway - I go and line up and offer my services and they take me and I sign up and...
Well - it's only bloody LONDON ZOO isn't it... The bear's from zoo have all gone off to appear in blumin' Pop Idol and they've not got any and there's me and this old Daddy called Stan and that's all they've got...
"Excuse me..." I did try to explain to one of the keeper's after the first day, "But I'm not THAT kind of Bear..."
"Yeah - okay... That's what they all say..." said the keeper, a really moody old queen called Spencer.
Well - anyway - I'd signed the contract without looking - so I've been there for the last three weeks until Simon Yeti's lawyers were able to get me out... What a bloody nightmare - and Stan wouldn't leave me alone - I've never seen a man in his 90s move so fast... Hands everywhere... I dunno...
Anyway - so what I want to say is just remember - don't sign before you've read the small print and certainly don't just turn up for any old do just cos the word BEAR happens to mentioned... Like I did...
Enough... I have a poem from my new collection to post up - also called THE SMALL PRINT... I hope you like it... Until then I bid you farewell and hope to hear from some of you soon.
As I said earlier, we should have a post for you concerning BEARS and SHAVING next week - so do take a look.
Hugs and Love and Enjoy the Poem...
Shy xxxxx
THE SMALL PRINT...
I never checked the small print…
I never read the rules…
No-one told me of his snoring…
Or warned me that he drools!
I took him at face value –
As he first appeared to me…
But alas he wasn’t like that…
As I’d taken him to be…
I never checked the small print…
I never knew the worst!
Of his chilli pepper fetish –
And his alcoholic thirst…
I knew not that there were others…
Not just one or two – but TEN!!!
Well, I’ve fallen for him now, see…
I just wish I’d known back then…
I never checked the small print…
I was too caught up in lust…
He bought me antique cufflinks…
Which VERY soon did rust…
He bought for me a hound dog…
A greyhound trained to beg…
Alas, it wouldn’t run though –
Though took a fancy to my leg…
I never checked the small print…
Dyslexic to his charms…
When I caught him kissing Santa…
Then I should have heard alarms!
But I didn’t – I was stupid…
As he drained away my cash…
I gave him all my loving…
All he gave me was a rash…
I never checked the small print…
The bit that holds the catch…
He lived life like a warthog…
And had manners too to match!
He said I left him speechless…
But was just too pissed to speak…
He swore we were forever…
He was gone the following week…
I never checked the small print…
I had small print of my own…
He never read that either…
It should chill him to the bone…
Like some kind of Love Assassin…
I destroyed the life he’d found…
No time now for protesting…
Too late – now he’s six foot underground…
