I’ve never really thought of myself as a bear. I get it — I have a beard, I’m hairy and in my community those things relegate me to beary status.
And being called “Daddy” is always kinda cool. It always feels like it’s part of a fantasy, and it’s purely sexual. But terms like “bear” and “twink” and “otter” and “fem” and “masc” and all the other ways we use to divide ourselves — those have always felt like something different.
To be honest, sexual classifications have always felt like ways to control and limit ourselves and those around us.
Jeff Leavell 