With Jays new job, he’s got a later work schedule, so we get up together, and go to Starbucks together, before he drops me off at the bus stop. What little bit of conversation we can muster in the mornings is special and gives me an extra boost fer my day.

I’m sure there’s only a small portion of my readership that enjoys a nice furry husky boy stripping and ripping out of a cheap santa suit… but I sure do enjoy it.

found at Chubarama

High fashion and couture are not normally paired with bellies and fur. Normally. However, Belgian fashion designer Walter Van Beirendonck sees a veritable canvas on the broad shoulders and fuzzy stomachs of the men intended to wear his 2010 Summer look.

WVB’s Summer 2010 Wonde® is all about branding. Beirendock has incorporated logos and trademarks from companies all over the world, using them as fashionable elements.  This is some serious cut and sew, fellas. The looks are out there but somehow they just fit on the burly bodies that walked down the catwalk… or is it a bearwalk?

Click through to see a whole lot more…and  make sure you scroll down to the end for the underbears!

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The scrollwheel skid to a stop on this one as I was browsing through the Uncrate feed. I have this perseverant (say: per-seh-ver-ent) phrase of late and its “I’ll punch you in your face.” Mostly, I say (and do) it to my cat Skylar, but I’ve been slipping it out as a term of endearment when talking to John.

Printed on American Apparel Sustainable Edition shirts, and put sold by Little Paper Planes, “Haymaker” puts me in a punchy mood. I wanna wrastle…

Get yours (or mine “M” size kthxbai) for $24 bucks.. comes in bear and chaser sizes. via Rumplo via Uncrate

Photo by Guy Eppel (via Flickr)

Fucked Up is the name of one of the most incredible Hardcore band rocking everywhere these days. I don’t listen to a ton of hardcore, but I know one thing: front man Damian Abraham AKA “Pink Eye”, is a woofy, scary (in a hot way) heterobear.

I’ve been compiling information about a new classification of straight men called heterobears… essentially the fat and furry version of the metrosexual. Heterobears don’t have to have fashion sense or be feminist, though a lot of them like to color match, or at least try.  I’ll save the actual description for its own post, but one key part of being a heterobear is that you have to be tagged by a gay bear to be one. Until then, a heterobear may never realize his own hotness on his own, and is just a tubby straight dude. There’s a lot more to this, but lets get back to Damian.

Damian is a seriously oggleable piece of beef, and he makes it real easy to see. He has a habit of stripping down, mooning the crowd, and exposing his “mangina” in the middle of his shows… I won’t post a pic of his mangina (cause its creepy) but I bet you get the picture.  I’ve read a bunch of interviews about him, and you wouldn’t believe that this forehead cutting, screaming, crowd surfing rocker took up Gender Studies in school. He’s seriously smart and I dig his style…

Speaking of style, he’s a big fan of Mishka, and the boys at the Bloglin managed to get him for five questions. You should definitely read it, and pay attention to question 4:

4. You’re known for getting near naked or completely naked during your live sets… is it a purely confrontational aspect of the performance or are you making a statement?

I think it is more of a comfort thing. I take off my shirt because I get hot. I’m 300 pounds and when I’m moving around under those lights I get heated like a motherfucker. For years I was ashamed of my body: like I would leave my shirt on during sex ashamed. But at one show in Texas, I got so hot that I couldn’t bear it and I took off my shirt. After the show, a friend of mine (who is a “bear” ) told me how great I looked without my shirt and that was all the push I needed. I guess now there is an element of statement to it, like: be proud of who you are no matter what you look like, but that was secondary.  The moons and “mangina” stuff is a part of performance. Shoving my balls between my legs is not comfortable in the least.

There you have it. According to my new theory, Damian is an official heterobear for owning his bearlike qualities, and he has real bear friends. He’s from Toronto, of course he has bear friends… If you like Hardcore or wanna take a dip on the wild side, go pick up “The Chemistry of Common Life.”

Click through to see Damian moon the crowd and to watch a clip from their ridiculous 12-hour show in NYC last year. #tweetit

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Halfhearted ravers break my heart. We should have some ecstasy on hand for the poor chaps when they run out of juice. Except for this kid; it was nearly 11:30PM on a rainy Saturday night, and he just stood there with his glowsticks that he brought on his own, looking like a fool. Hot Pole Mess.

His boyfriend was kinda hot from all the piercings, but Randall informs me he is lacking in the equipment zone. Must be why he draws all the attention to his face.

Nolin is this super awesome hetero bouncer bear who I’ve known for a while from the entertainment district. He’s also a good friend of Randall’s and we hang out together when we can get Nolin away from his lame girlfriend… she disrupts the beard posse. Anyways, he just started doing laundry where I do so I have a new wash buddy, yay! His girlfriend is there to fold (Angel is there for mine) while we gossip and banter #snap.

UPDATE:  According to Noly, he didn’t like the way he looked in the picture and bitched and moaned for me to take it off, I made him send me new ones to replace it with. They were sent from his Palm Centro so I can’t make them bigger, but you can still see how cute and woofy he is…. if not a little bit ghey for being a photo priss.

There is a new Buffalo blogger in town, and its my buddy Kirk…

HI All,

So I just started this new blog called Re-Think Buffalo! http://rethinkbuffalo.blogspot.com/ the theme is for me to post my meandering thoughts on being in Buffalo and things that are going on here. It will mostly be my thoughts and feelings at any given minute. I have 2 posts so far and would love to get added to your google reader or rss feed. Hope people can make it to the event on the 2nd post it is gonna be a lot of fun. Thanks for checking it out!

Rock,
Kirk

He also started to twitter not too recently, after realizing that the only way Huw I would talk to him is if he @’d us. Follow him here.

Checkers are the lace of the bear world, though it’s as butch as you can get. Unfortunately, today’s fashion might prevent the daily enjoyment of such a masculine and revered pattern.

Don’t fear, for now you can embrace your inner lumberjack anytime with Paul Frank’s new Lumberjack briefs/boxer briefs. I don’t think I need to go into how incredibly sexy these are, and they look really comfy too. I just picked up a pair of the boxerbriefs; act fast because they are selling out.

($14- $18 @ FredFlare) – Via Uncrate

UPDATE – it seems that the awesomeness+Uncrate effect has all but sold these out on FredFlare. you can, however, still get the boxerbriefs at freshpair.

I got a text from my buddy Randall (and my tattooist) saying “Come to Nietzsches now.” It was out of the blue, I was sitting down already in my pajamas watching Akira, but Randall always has a good reason for everything. I threw on some clothes, and walked down to West Allen.

Nietzsches is the type of bar where there’s always a show. Some shows are good, some some shows are not so good, but the guinness is cheap and the folk is ecclectic. Back in the day, cuntwhistle extroordinaire Ani DiFranco used to play there. Then she got really cool and bought a church.

I walk in, pay my five bucks, and give Randall a big hug. Then he spins me around to the source of the Jam-bandy music: a furry visage in plaid shorts with long underwear and a long black shirt on which a glassblown pendant laid.

Just being furry and cute was enough for me, but I soon realized that the source of all this music came from one guy, surrounded by pedals and sequencers, beat machines and microphones everywhere. I was floored. I don’t really like lovey folk jam bands, but Zack Deputy is a machine. His eyes were nearly always closed as the most beautiful melodies flew from his lips. Imagine the tonal range of Justin Timberlake in the body of Grizzly Adams. He built up each song with a little beatboxing, then brought in various loops until taking over with his guitar. I’m totally clueless as to how he did it but at one point he made his his guitar sound like carribean drums.

Check him out at his official website (zachdeputy.com). Buy his music, throw around some posters and he’ll make you a deputy…  giving discounts on shows and free “Ziggy Bear Hugs.”