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A big ole bear hug
I wanted to thank Mike and Ken over at CyberBears. They posed for a Twisted Photo shoot.
Kilts, slings, leather and more – OH MY!!
Thanks again guys, you’re the best!
A big ole bear hug
I wanted to thank Mike and Ken over at CyberBears. They posed for a Twisted Photo shoot.
Kilts, slings, leather and more – OH MY!!
Thanks again guys, you’re the best!
I remember my first Christmas tree. I was 23, and had moved to NYC to be the Master of The Universe – it was the eighties – think Wall Street. Anyway, my first apartment was a tiny six floor walk up on 53rd and 9th, but I had arrived . . .
As the holidays approached, I ventured out for my first tree. I spent weeks watching Martha Stewart in preparation. That bitch had an estate in Connecticut, I had a studio in Hell’s Kitchen, but none the less in the more is more mantra of the era – she was a goddess to this fledgling little gay boy.
Let me start by telling you that you’ve got to love something to drag it up six flights – whether it’s a couch, a trick or even tree – you think twice before your make the ascent. I went with a very reasonable table top model.
And now the decorations!!
I ventured down to Barney’s in the Chelsea – known for their absolutely fabulous windows – I think that year they featured Jesse Helm’s as Santa with a naughty and nice list – classic. Once I got a look at Barney’s prices, I quickly headed over to Fortunoffs.
I opted for a Victorian motif - Mother of Pearl ornaments, naked cherubs, white lights and tons of frilly ribbons. Hey, I was a little twink at the time, cut me some slack. It was FABULOUS with a capital FAB!!
I invited my best friend Carol over to admire my master piece -
“That’s the gayest fucking tree I’ve ever seen . . .”
Nothing defines a man more than his sense of style. Here are a few tips on how to be a gracious dinner guest.

When accepting an invitation to dinner, don't expand the invite. They were plannig a dinner for six, and you've just made it nine. Not cool. And remember, decline invitations rather than ignoring them.
Offer to bring something. I like to call shortly before the event to ask if the need anything. Sometimes it's ice or a last minute ingrediant - but it is one less thing for your host to worry about.
Talk to someone new. Reach out to someone who might be shy or otherwise not engaged. Make it easy for them to be a part of the evening.
Read the paper. Not good at small talk? Read the front page of the NYT Times and the Journal or peruse Google news online. This will give you a quick review of current events.
Offer a compliment. So the asparagus was over cooked and the risotto was runny, try to find something nice. They tried.
Offer a hand. Maybe its opening the wine or offering to help clear. Yes you are a guest, but leave the tiara at home.
Don’t overstay your welcome. Follow the rhythm of the evening. As things appear to winding down, thank you host(s) and make your exit.
Send a hand written thank you note. If someone took the time to prepare a meal for you, the least you can do is send a personalized note of appreciation.
First and foremost – every man should own one. Too much money? Consider that if you wear it three times, it’s less that what you’d spend on rentals. And like all things classic, pick the right one and it will never go out of style.
A few basic rules:
And to answer that age old question – the cummerbund folds face up. They were traditionally meant to hold theatre tickets.
When I was kid, I had a GI Joe. One of Joe’s distinguishing features (beyond his plastic six pack) was a very noticeable scar adoring his left cheek. It just doesn’t get any manlier than that. Perhaps it was from man to man combat, or wrestling lions, or fighting off the crowds at Barney’s After Christmas Sale.
If Mr. Fluffy scratches you, consider it a badge of honor. You’ve just been provided fodder for a terrifying tale. You know the one - a camping trip that left you naked and wet in the arms of Mr. Woofy, the park ranger.
Oh this? I was once attacked and gored during the Running of the Bulls... and I have the scar to prove it.
Yes, I know it looks like an appendix scar, but it’s not, I swear.
The Complete Bear remembers an age when masculine style was cultivated in all aspects of life. A time when a shave included a hot towel and warm shaving cream. A time when a man could smoke a quality cigar and enjoy an aged scotch. A time when a merchant knew your name and your neck size.
We remember that time. We hope to offer helpful tips and guidelines to enhance your rugged style.
10 Yard Penalty -
Unless you actively engage in a sporting activity, you can’t wear the uniform. And unless you are Pussy from the Soprano’s - track suits are a no-no. . . "
The Interview -
You're about to head off to that big interview and one of your collar tabs is curled and sticking out. Collar stays? Where the &%#@ are they? Relax, grab a paper clip. It makes a great collar stay. Now the interview? That one you have to handle on your own!!
Send it to Rugged Style.
If we use it - we'll send you a t-shirt.