Thursday, July 11, 2013
I knew P-town has Bear Week, but did not know that Ogunquit had one, and a week before.
Maybe it's the weather, or maybe the ursa major and minor groups are unaware that this event is going on. We certainly didn't, but we might be in denial of who is and isn't considered a "bear".
It used to be that broader, hairier, masculine men were bears in my book. Now it is just a description for the morbidly obese and overly hirsute gay male.
Oh, I'm queer - and hairy, but not overly so (at least I don't think). I'm currently somewhere between 175-179 pounds, so I'm under my BMI threshold.
In olden days, I might be a bear, now I don't know what mammal group to which I might subscribe.
At lunch yesterday, the restaurant had brats on the grill for Bear Week. We weren't seated in that area so the waitress said we couldn't participate in the event. Clearly our server didn't think we were bears.
Eventually we did get the brats, and they were marginal at best.
However, the night before I was taken advantage of at a bar.
While just standing around with three other men, my husband included, an older, not very attractive (and possibly inebriated) man decided to approach and lift my shirt to check on how hairy my abdomen.
I politely removed his hand and adjusted my shirt to its original location.
Then it happened again. And again. All the while I was being nice but persistent in saying 'no'.
Apparently no doesn't mean no.
....and apparently being accosted in public leaves a group of friends in fits of laughter and finger-pointing. It's almost understandable how that whole Steubenville rape scenario went down with no willing witnesses and no one talking. I should be grateful they didn't videotape and post the transgression.
There wasn't enough Purell to get me clean, so I finished my beer and left the bar.
I am a victim. I am a survivor!
Further indignity? He was sitting outside the brat place for Bear Week.
The town is too small and Bear Week even smaller.
Song by: Barenaked Ladies