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HOTTEST GAY FASHION RIGHT NOW

Working at what I describe in word as THE premiere fitness facility in the valley, World Gym Palm Springs, gives ample opportunity to watch the fierce models work the shiny runway with its red trim which is better known as the track that circles the machines in the middle of the gym. I see some who wear the hell out of their clothes like nobody’s business (Translation: Bitch, whurq!) and others who really, really shouldn’t be gigged-up in what they’ve chosen on a given day (Translation: O, girl. No.)

ADIDAS SOCKS NIKE SOCKS NIKE SOCKS
ADIDAS

SEXY SOCKS
NIKE

BRIGHT – FUN
NIKE

CLASSIC WHITE

 Nonetheless, gay fashions come and go. And I’ve seen many trends hit hard and then taper off like a pair of perfectly frayed jeans. What’s the hottest gay fashion happening right now? From what I can tell, it’s ALL about soccer socks! I noticed them in San Francisco during Folsom Street Fair at Mr S-Leather and a few guys at the gym have adopted the style for their very own, as well. On muscular legs they look sexy but it’s not for everyone. I prefer a pair of solid black or white with stripes. Classic! But bright colors are fun on the right personality. Thoughts?

BEAR FORCE ONE – FURRY ROCKERS RULE

In this homage to great dance club music from the 80s and 90s, Netherlands-created pop group Bear Force One or Bearforce1 (or even BF1) are here to be heard ever since 2006. As you see here on YouTube – perhaps their most popular video yet, four sexy gay bears singing a medley of hits made famous by Dead or Alive, Yazoo, Jimmy Somerville, Sylvester, Sabrina, Mel and Kim, to name a few! Love this video with our bear brigade wet and shirtless, even in their Lacoste shirts, white chinos and bare feet, dancing and showing off expressing themselves. Not sure if I’d chase the soulful lead singer around with his energetic way of moving his crew into showgirl swagger or the sexy dad in the yellow preppy drag serving up greater bear-loving realness. Nonetheless, they are all sexy, right?! Love their lets-have-a-good-time-but-be-sexy-masculine performance and attitude. Bear Force One can come sing to me anytime. They’re bringing sexy back! TRUST! Bring it this way, please…

BEWARE! BEFORE YOUR NEXT SEXT…

Just some food for thought while I’m unwinding from the workday and deciding what size glass I’ll need for wine. I was “chatting” earlier with someone on one of the social networking apps on the iPhone. It was getting all hot and bothered, the conversation, that is… and I sent him some “information” and he in returned the favor. Boy, did he ever owe me this favor! But I digress.

We finished what we had to say and I put down my phone from doing a screen capture of what he had sent for further use. My short-term memory loss kicks in after work. Long days, you know! Anyhoo, A “screen capture” is a feature on the iPhone that offers the owner a chance to capture ANYTHING on the iPhone’s screen. Yes, anything. It puts into the Camera Roll file as a photo and then you have it saved until you delete it. Hmm.

Now, this is hardly news to anyone. Or is it?! So… the next time you sext (sending sexy content to another via texting) just insist on the fact that you look your best, your picture has good lighting in the darker areas of the “room,” you spell all of your filth correctly and you wouldn’t mind giving everyone else around the opportunity to see it, as well. “Oh, they wouldn’t do that now would they?!” you request? Oh, come on, Toots! Don’t be naive.

No, not everyone will go to that trouble but there have been assholes on Facebook that post screen captures of the guy grids on Grindr and other idiots that have no life other than to bother others with the same bullshit. Some of the mobile apps for networking even allow you to save any picture. This is just a wake-up call to everyone that believes and reads my words. We won’t cease sending personal information but maybe this will make you stop before the next time and rethink things before proceeding with caution. Just saying.

BEST GIFTS FOR MEN THIS CHRISTMAS

When shopping for that fabulous gay man in your life that has everything, one must sometimes go outside the Christmas box and seek ideas elsewhere. You’ve come to the right place! This gives a few more gift ideas for the men in your life this holiday season! With it being upon us so soon, ordering online seems to be the way more shoppers are going. Let’s get started!

The new  Tom of Finland book is available for pre-order and is a great idea for the gay man who enjoys the masculine visual of two sexy men together in their natural habitat of a leather bar or tied to a tree. The illustrations have seen their share of exposure over the years and every time a new issue of his work comes out it is a collector’s item! Great as a coffee table book for that right conversation starter among new friends!

OK, not for your guy?! Stuck on ideas that just won’t work?! Try smart Gift Cards from Amazon! Let people buy whatever they want and Amazon has EVERYTHING! From clothing to music and sports equipment, all of your shopping can be in one place. And there’ s NO fighting for that close parking space at the mall.

Still not the answer?! OK… Let’s get in on the finer things for the home and check out Mercer Cutlery Genesis 6-Piece Knife Set with Tempered-Glass Block. Suggest your man carefully donates or tosses those old knifes that won’t cut, don’t cut, ain’t gonna cut anything. He’ll thank you over dinner really soon. And the glass block that houses them looks fierce!

Does you man travel a lot?! Is reading something he considers relaxing or entertaining?! The new Kindle Fire delivers heat to anyone that holds one. Tons of electronic books, apps, games and more! All at his fingertips. It’s the only other thing that should be in his hands other than you! Trust!

Finally, if there’s something any man would love to have it’s a Kenneth Cole Reaction Leather Business Case. Gorgeous leather to strap over his broad shoulders and chest to carry his laptop and personals. It’s gorgeous! Check it out.

Mary Christmas to All… And to ALL happy shopping! X

PALM SPRINGS LEATHER PRIDE 2011

PRIDE IN LEATHER

Last weekend in Palm Springs was the annual Leather Pride celebration bringing into town truckloads of dominant lesbians in full sadist Leather Regalia
and quiet subs being led around by their uniformed owners on leashes. All over town, leather brothers and sisters were seen united at events and representing their unique and diverse lifestyles at parties geared towards the general public and a few behind the privacy of guesthouse walls. Wherever you went the strong presence of a proud leather community was abound.

I tend to joke that working at World Gym in Palm Springs is Gay Pride every day so when these bigger weekends come to town they rarely faze me. Been there, done that, have the rainbows etched in my eyes forever. However, I do love me a big strapping man who knows how to handle a sassy southern dame like me so bring it. Palm Springs Leather Pride 2011 promised to excite and tantalize from early on in the week with men wearing ink and facial fur blazing.

As the Gay Gods and Mother Nature fought it out with cold rain and clouds, we locals wondered if the chill would deter our wonderful visitors. It did make for great opportunity to dust of the leathers and slide them on which everyone did. Friday evening a Formal Dinner was held at Leon’s that’s relocated to the Desert Princess and from what I hear men in sexy Leather Chaps
were sitting around eating delicious beef which is a picture Norman Rockwell didn’t know to paint. “Leather Wearing Beef Eaters,” in oils.

Later Friday evening the Tool Shed hoisted and hosted the Leather Vendor Market and Back Lot Party. The warmth of cigar fire on stogies, testosterone pouring out of horny pores, tight leather pants pulled across muscular asses and strong cocktails poured by the Tool Shed’s finest kept the masses happy and warm all night into the wee morning hours. Across the way one could see an impromptu demonstration between a slave and Master then make a 180-degree turn and witness the hotties from their gym exchanging saliva (or was that sativa?!) with each other. Just saying.

As it rained sporadically between thick clouds and overcast gloom on Saturday I found myself with famed photographer Tim Courtney discussing world domination at Jake’s over delicious lunch positioned perfectly under the awning outside. I watched leather clad men walking hand in hand down Palm Canyon over my glass white sangria. With a cupcake to-go, I was off to take lunch to my husband and decide what I was wearing to the Mr. Palm Springs Leather 2012 contest later that evening.

Arriving a few minutes late to the Palm Springs Convention Center, we made it through the door during the Presentation category which is first. Now I love a good pageant, err, contest and thought it smart to hold it outside in the lobby with big screens and stage because from outside it looked grand instead of shoving it inside a ballroom. People were able to mill about the Silent Auction, cruise one another, meet and meat old friends while emcee Lenny Broberg kept things moving as he always does. He is the one to have at a leather contest. I’d love to master his ceremonies be it hosting a contest with him or one-on-one something just him and I, and his San Francisco police uniform.

The judges had a hard job because the top spots were very close from what we in the audience saw on stage. I say “we” since like you I quietly judged from my various seats in the house just not on the official panel with judges Stephen Blackwell, Alex Lindsey, Amy Marie Meek, Anthony Rollar, Utah Rox, Rik “Hooker” Newton and Mr. Palm Springs Leather 2011 Drew Kramer dressed in fierce orange leather from head to boots. With four strong contestants all holding their own on stage through categories of Physique/Jockstrap and Formal Leather Wear/On-Stage Speech the title was anyone’s to take. But only one leatherman did. Here’s the scoop…

Michael Mitchell, Mr. Leather Indulgence 2012, was an excited blond who admitted proudly to being a pumper and enjoys the fantasy of a group of hot men while spinning in a Lazy Susan chair. His body from my view was on-point smooth and ripped beyond belief. Michael started things off while the next contestant Mr. Tool Shed Leather 2012 Todd Peter brought beefy back which was more my taste.

Todd came in prepared and clearly confidence was on his side not to mention the roaring crowd. Lenny soon handed over the microphone to a jock-clad Todd after asking him “What do you have hidden in your secret closet?” The crowd gave a collective “Ah…” after an inked-up Mr. Peter admitted he wishes that he had a clone of his boyfriend Todd because he loved him so much he wants two. When Todd smiled the spotlight bounced off his pearly whites and he lit up Palm Springs.

The next contestant was Mr. Streetbar Leather 2012, Thomas Oliva, who also seemed like a seasoned pro. He had that delicious masculine beef I tend to appreciate in my men and a genuine swagger of humility but strength. Mr. Oliva’s speech was from the heart about coming out in a leather bar for the first time and what it meant to him. The crowd really cheered him after his speech.

Rounding up the four was Mr. DiGS Leather 2012 Lenny Lesemen. Lenny seemed like he was having fun, represented DiGS very well for being their first representative and placed fourth. Michael placed next in third with the top two being Thomas and Todd. There wasn’t a contestant representative from Barracks even though someone roamed the crowd in a Mr. Barracks Leather 2012 title vest. When I asked about not competing he quickly replied that he competed last year and walked off. I thought it peculiar to be last year’s winner and wear next year’s title vest.

And drum roll, please… Our new Mr. Palm Springs Leather 2012 is Todd Peter who deservedly won and now prepares for Chicago during Memorial Day Weekend competing for International Mr. Leather 2012 hopefully to bring back the title of IML to Palm Springs like Gary Iriza did a few short years ago. The Recon Victory Dark Dance Party soon followed the contest and Sexy Men in Leather danced into the darker hours of morning.

Helios hosted the Sunday Pool Party BBQ which I translate as “Play Party with Food.” Luckily sunshine came out giving a taste of each weather trend over the course of a weekend. Later that day Barracks packed ‘em in so tight some bitter queen couldn’t get to the bar fast enough to get a drink so she dialed 911 getting police involved by clearing out the place around 6:30. Well, maybe that’s not exactly how it happened but police did stop by taking care of the way-over-capacity crowd that Barracks tends to allow. They cleaned house regulating how many came back in at a time. Such a drastic finale to this great weekend. Good Luck to Todd Peter at IML next May! We’ll be watching for you to take the title, Mister.

2011 © PULP

2011 LEATHER PRIDE PALM SPRINGS

This weekend in Palm Springs has celebrated the Leather Brotherhood and Sisterhood that is so strong in our community during PS Leather Pride 2011. On Friday there was the Back Lot Party behind the Tool Shed and Gear with a Formal Dinner before hand. Last evening on Saturday we watched Todd Peter deservedly become the new Mr. Palm Springs Leather 2012 winning the contest over four contestants total. The turnout was surprisingly strong considering the weather has been sketchy lately in Palm Spring and I wasn’t sure if the rain would keep people inside. It was THE perfect night to wear leather and the Husband and I looked good him in chaps and jeans while I wore Nasty Pig black rubber pants with a white stripe down the side. Upon further inspection said pants had seen their share of days, temperatures and the like by the worn areas around the crotch and ass. They are vintage from ’01 so I forgive. We ran into friends and the smell of leather was intoxicating as was many of the uniforms on masculine men, dominant Masters and gay Muscle Bears. Afterwards was the Recon Victory Dance and today is the Pool Party BarB-Q (translation: Play Party with food) at Helios Guesthouse then Barracks (who surprisingly didn’t have a contestant competing last night but one walking around with the vest for 2012, so…) for Beer Bust.

Have fun Men and Women in Leather. Welcome (back) to Palm Springs!

FOLSOM STREET FAIR 2011

FOLSOM STREET FAIR 2011

I’m honest in saying that I had zero interest in going to the Folsom Street Fair this past September when VIP tickets to the 40th Anniversary Party of Falcon Studios unexpectedly came across my desk. The glossy tickets reflected the light perfectly while I hoped to give them to some willing and deserving participants who would be going for the leather fest since I would not be. I had only been to the fair once before but I was certainly a much different person then and it really hadn’t crossed my mind to go again. When Jacques sat across from me the weekend prior at Lakeside in Wynn Las Vegas asking, “Well, have you even thought about going to Folsom Street this year?” all I could think to myself is, “I am now!”

Folsom Street Fair is the finale to a huge week of leather events, parties and entertainment benefiting various charities throughout the Bay Area . I didn’t arrive until Saturday afternoon and literally crashed with my generous friend Mikel I’ve known for years. After settling in off my United flight from PSP, I showered and met up with my BFF Brian, better known as “Jack Ryan” and pressed it to the Falcon party that was in conjunction with its brother company Raging Stallion’s 10th Anniversary infamous Folsom Weekend Party. Our town car dropped us off at the door of Mezzanine and what I expected to be VIP and exclusive was more like “the more the merrier” so we adapted and had fun nonetheless.

Once inside, local leatherman and owner of Gear on Sunny Dunes porn star Rik Jammer was looking pumped up and delicious while posing for photos. Sister Roma from the San Francisco Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence and I reunited quickly and had some special giggles about days gone by. Falcon man Landon Conrad was upstairs with photographer Mocha, beefy god Angelo Marconi roamed the dark outreaches of the club while inked-up Alessio Romero nodded at me towards the end of the bar over his beer. The club was packed and the music bumping. Dinner called us away and the car quickly came back around to scoop us up towards food. The town was koo-koo with homomasculinity and I was loving every minute of it.

Eureka Lounge was quite busy for dinner but luckily we were seated rather quickly. I was thrilled to finally sit down for a minute and relax from the rushing of my arrival into San Francisco earlier in the day. Our delicious dinner included pot roast, gumbo and duck pate with espresso and a latte for energy after. Brian soon had the car scoot us down Market Street towards Rebel where Chi Chi LaRue was DJ’ing and Sister Roma was hosting gaggles of gorgeous gays and their admirers. The club was quite smaller and ridiculously packed full of go-go dancers, drunk patrons and a man who was growing annoyed by it all named Steven Michael. I just don’t do clubs anymore and my patience level is low at best. I know when it’s time for me to go.

I left Brian there at Rebel to fend for himself and my taxi shamelessly delivered me to a very unique establishment for men-only called Blow Buddies before dropping me at home moments later. Shockingly enough… a taxi showed me the way there twice during the weekend. Someone told me that Blow Buddies would be a great place to drop of some promotional cards for my website iamstevenmichael.com so I did. I thank me for such a brilliant idea since I’m the one who had it. It seemed that the men inside the club really appreciated what my website could offer. I felt very pretty from all the attention of the gentleman callers cursing and perusing about me like vultures. Just saying.

Sunday morning was gloomy and cool so rushing to the Fair wasn’t something I felt like I needed to do right away. The windows were open and a breeze blew through Mikel’s place while I simply enjoyed being away from it all for a few days. I could look out the window and easily find something to interest me from skyscrapers to people walking the streets so I lived that feeling for a bit before cleaning up and connecting again with Brian to head over. I had taken a few pieces of leather but when it was all said and done I’m glad I didn’t kill myself over it because I really wasn’t feeling like getting up in it. I threw on a thermal with a t-shirt option underneath with shorts and pressed it over to Folsom for the Fair.

The city was alive with the celebration of leather, fetish and BD/SM lifestyle. It was everywhere from the leather flags that blew in the breeze or the bare-ass in the chaps walking in front of you. As I walked the streets of San Francisco I recalled my first Folsom Street Fair even walking by the same hotel we stayed at in ’97 which brought the entire thing full circle. I was living in Ft. Lauderdale and just getting started in the leather scene. I was very fresh to it all and quite impressionable.

During my time in Ft. Lauderdale, I was asked by the owners of the Ramrod to enter Mr. South Florida Drummerboy, a preliminary to Mr. Florida Drummerboy. I knew I wasn’t a “boy” per-say but I competed and won both contests which took me to San Francisco for the international finals of Mr. Drummer and Drummerboy. I was a hard sell to most in the Florida leather brotherhood because “old guard” tends to shy away from anyone that they don’t know. To most of them I was just a stripper who worked in leather bars. To many, it was a fluke that I won. While learning about myself I figured that a crash course would be best so I did it on stage. How did I win without much support of the community in large, you ask?! Perseverance… and I know what judges want to see from a winner.

Once I made it to the finals I competed against six other contestants but also knew that I really wasn’t the one that should win. During the days leading up to the International Mr. Drummer finals we “boys” submitted to the Mr Drummer contestants’ needs and assisted in anything called upon doing since they would be the ones voting on the winner for International Mr. Drummerboy. It was here I shot my first of many magazine spreads. While others kneeled to one knee in full submission I found myself taking a sold stance behind my contestant and had a slightly bowed head, hands cupped behind me. Like I mentioned, I knew I wasn’t what the title requested but I was hellbent on doing well to put the naysayers in their place.

In the end, the Mr. Drummer contestants voted and three times there was a tie between another and myself. Finally the tie broke and I thankfully placed first-runner up. Everything happened perfectly and I was thrilled it was over. Jeffrey Adler, Mr. Florida Drummer won International Mr. Drummer and I was very proud to be part of that. My boyish goatee quickly became a fu manchu mustache and I hit the streets and dance floors until the wee hours of the a.m. The next day was my very first taste of the Folsom Street Fair and what an open lifestyle in fetish could be like. Dressed in some skimpy strap shorts being led around by a daddy from Amsterdam, I was living hard. Flash forward fourteen years and there I was walking by it all again.

If one can imagine it then it’s possible at the Folsom Street Fair. Walking up I realized that it wasn’t a fluke that public nudity had become quite present and accepted since seeing some dangling cocks lining the walls of the Castro. There were pierced clits and bare breasts for the straight men and horny lesbians while an open scene of oral sex happened in the midst of amateur photographers with their smartphones positioned for the money shot. The porn star getting blown was carrying on a conversation with his buddies while the hoard of perverts breathed heavily waiting. I found it all very amusing.

Poor victims were restrained to St. Andrew’s crosses while bare backs bled with marks and bruises from whips and floggers. People watched gawking with baby strollers and children at crotch level. Remember the nudity?! Not pretty and so inappropriate. Beefy Titan porn stars signed autographs for hot blonde trannies as we passed by soaking in every angle of every moment. At the Folsom Street Fair, leathermen and women unite and celebrate their individuality living for the time they have. Check out Folsom Street Fair for all the details. Make your plans now and don’t wait until the week before like I did. Sadly, I missed some great parties before I arrived.

2011 © PULP

BIG BEAR ADVENTURE III

BELLY UP TO BIG BEAR, BOYS!

BIG BEAR ADVENTURE III

Calling all bears within growling distance! Grab those scissors and start chopping sleeves off of flannel shirts but find a thermal that fits nicely, too! Weather at Big Bear Lake can be awfully unpredictable and with our summer here in Southern California having been unseasonably cool you’ll want to prepare accordingly. I also encourage you to download weather applications on your smartphones for the most current conditions. The networking app Scruff will help you narrow in on furry ones around you. But why is all of this vital information so important, you ask?!The event of the year for the bear community is culminating in Big Bear Lake on August 25-29 and is aptly titled Big Bear Adventure III. The weekend brings in the hottest and most popular of the bears, cubs, retrosexuals, grizzlies, otters and nuBears around while promising all the mirth and girth one can stomach. Get it, stomach?! (Cue canned laughter.) I’ve always loved a man I can hold on to because smooth washboard abs are out while meaty torsos with fur are in. (Applause sign flashing.)

Even with busy schedules, event producer and publisher of A Bear’s Life magazine Steve O had a few moments to communicate with me about what the weekend meant to him personally and what someone could expect as an attendee. I thought getting his take on everything happening in his own words would bring some personal substance to the story and let people know a bit about him. When I asked him what people could really expect when going to the events and great parties, Steve O had this to say… 

“Big Bear Adventure III weekend is not only an event, but a true vacation weekend for hundreds of men from all over the country and the world. The backdrop of Big Bear Lake and a city that welcomes us makes it a perfect place to party, eat. dance and enjoy the natural surroundings of the San Bernardino Mountains.”

“It’s a weekend one will never forget. The pool parties and dances are extraordinary. Palm Springs own DJ Chub Jim and the renown DJ Pete “Jester” Savas keep the men in high spirits all weekend. There are over 40 restaurants in the town that will keep the men well fed from Burger King to four star restaurants, ice cream shops and novelty candy shops. New friendships will be made and old friends will reunite. The Beer Boat Cruise on Big Bear Lake is also a highlight!”

“There are many single guys that come to the event, about 50% of the attendees. The event will support the Matthew Sheppard Foundation and even if someone wants to come up without having a weekend pass there will be day passes for those guys which can be purchased at each event. There are still many hotels and guest houses that are available. It’s a huge city!” 

“I founded the event three years ago on a day trip to Big Bear and it’s the only Bear event in the would that takes place in a city with the name “Bear” in it! Last year over 847 men came to the event. There will be two prelude events. One in L.A. at MJs on the August 19th and one at the Ace Hotel on the 20th. The event is sponsored by PULP Magazine, Coors Light, Scruff, Diversity Platinum, Lover Bear Designs and MJs in L.A. I have been promoting events for 26 years and this is one of my favorite events.”

The event schedule begins as early as Thursday night on the 25th at a Meet and Greet at Chad’s Place which is mapped on the website http://bbaweekend.com as being two blocks from the host hotel the Northwoods Resort. A few rooms were still available there and at other lodging and hotels in the area. If you’re driving in from Palm Springs I encourage you to make your way out to Yucca Valley, turning left on Old Woman’s Road and driving it for a good hour before turning left on Camp Road taking you into Big Bear Lake. Gas up that car, grab the new Euro-Dance smash by The Two Bears called “A Bear Hug” off of iTunes and tell Miss Goldilocks to stay home minding the porridge that’s getting cold. 

Early on Friday morning starting at 9 a.m. the bears and their admirers begin to really congregate in tribes of hair and fur balls of love will be registering at the hotel as cruising begins and men begin to take note of who is on their radar. The bears here in Palm Springs are all fired up and I hear over conversations that they are ready to experience Big Bear Adventure III. Many for the second and third times! Later on Friday evening there’s a Meet and Greet at the Northwoods Resort and a dance much later called “Let The Fur Fly” also happening at the host hotel.

Of course, entire schedules can be seen and printed off the website but on Saturday registration continues in the morning and leads into a Cool Chrome and Hot Bears Motorcycle event with a ride around the lake. If you’re not on a hog for the ride, surely the Pool Party and Booze Cruises will tempt you. Speedo? Box-cut swimsuit? Board shorts?! Take all three! By checking the schedule I see that there’s another hot dance party happening later Saturday evening called “A Night of Adventure in the Woods” with the hotel pool staying open until 2 a.m. Sounds seriously frisky and full o’frolic.

Sunday brings the major events to a grand finale for the weekend at a Pool Party with DJ Chub Jim spinning bearded dads and inked-up muscle cubs flagging until their heart’s content. The curtain call is the Farewell Beer Bust at Chad’s Place starting at 6 p.m. and going deep into midnight. To my bear brothers who will be making the trek up to Big Bear Lake for the parties and plan on having a good time, re-hydrate since you’ll be at a much higher altitude and wear that sunscreen and sun block, too! And be smart about what and who you do. Just saying. 

In a recent issue of This Week magazine there was a timely piece about how to survive a bear encounter. The magazine tells us to be noisy and that bear attacks on humans are uncommon. (Cue layers of bear noises and a very meek “Help me!”) Stand tall keeping your arms down and look the bear in the eye while talking to them so they recognize you are human. Remember that motorcycle boots have a nice two-inch heel and a simple “Love the fur. Who does your nails?!” will do in a pinch. And finally, protect your face. The joke could write itself, no?! But seriously, if pepper-based bear spray isn’t in your possession fight back aggressively against black bears and drop to the ground like you’re dead during a grizzly attack. Bears go for the face and head so place your hands cupped behind your neck and protect your face with your forearms and elbows. 

Have a good time and please post those delicious shirtless pictures when you return! Grrrrr!

2011 © PULP