Bear (Last Name Redacted)

@adadnamedbear.bsky.social

SE Michigan. 40s. Married/Open. Soft Dom. Gentle Daddy. Side. Yes, my real name is Bear. Anti-Zionist. Anti-AI. Buy me cute undies? https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/24OJ4WNJKEFXK?ref_=wl_share

flipping through yubtub and I come across a musician named Aurora. All I could think was “she’s the norse Björk. gods I hate Björk’s voice… and existence” I think the song she was doing said something like “You cannot have Canada (or hamnida)…” then “The rivers are poison” no clue honestly.

Alright. Kilt is pretty much done. Got my lace briefs done. Gottta clip extra threads and the like. Sew down the other plackets. Ann Arbor Pride outfit is ready!Whew! My largest leather project yet. Perfect? Absolutely not. Do I love it? Hell yes.

Sitting at my sewing machine, butt-ass naked, making a pair of lace briefs to go with my new kilt, and listening to music composed by Sir Anthony Hopkins and all I can think is how oddly appropriate this seems… Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me. I’d fuck me so hard.

As much as I hate sewing zippers… I have discovered that I hate pleats all the more. Making a leather and lace kilt for pride and lemme tell you… I respect the folks who make these by hand. Damn. And I’m only on a cotton muslin mockup. I still have serious leatherwork to do.

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I’ve been contemplative today. Sat with a deer, as she lay dying in my yard, telling her that it would be ok and it could let go like I would with any of my old hospice patients. It’s always fascinating to me how the chaplain in me takes over so easily. I’m glad I can still be soft so quickly.

I was eating a couple of jelly beans and decided I needed some tylenol liqui-gel to just put my brain pain in the basket. Immediately forgetting they are pills, I popped them in my mouth like they were jelly beans and bit down……. my mouth tastes like burning and numbness.

I grew up in the heat and humidity so I know what’s going on but my brain is still an asshole. I get heat triggered migraines, since I was 9, and today feels like it’s going to be a doozie if I don’t murder it soon. Caffeine and cefaly to the rescue I guess. It’s only 34 going to 36 but still. ugh

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well shit. got into my feelings realising i hadn’t really grieved the person who saw me through getting help, growing up, and becoming the man i am today. the reason i finally found joy. my pastoral mentor and a beloved friend. Now i’m listening to her music and crying softly. all will be well.

Can we take a moment to grieve the loss of one of my favourite pairs of undies? Coyote ribbed knit sport briefs, you were so good to me. I’m sorry the landlord’s dryer ate you. Please respect my privacy at this difficult time. Or buy me new ones. hehehe

About me Age: 43 Pronouns: he/him/daddy/sir Location: SE Michigan Height: 5'9 Shoe size: 9 Sign: Chicken Nugget Sexuality: Gay (ALL men… ALL) Taken: Married Fave food: Brisket Smoke: No Tattoos: 7 Piercings: 1 Fave color: Deep Blue DM’s: Sure, and telegram, whatsapp Music: Highly Varied

Spent some time at the hot tub garden with the straight bestie, the hubs, and the former-bf now bff. I said fuck it, I’m gonna be nude. I hate wearing bathing suits as it is but in a private tub? hell no. So, the straight bestie saw me naked and vice versa. That kind of trust is such a gift.