Yes, it's okay if you shoot me for bringing up that old jingle from one of the cartoons. In truth, I like only the original Yogi of the late 1950s (Debuted on the Huckleberry Hound show in '58) and 1960s.
But, anyway, I'm Robert from West Michigan. My normal screen-name for various reasons is Spirit Bear, but Yogi sounds much more friendly to people.
As it turns out, I'm really a turtle-- just kidding! My paws and ears and tail and muzzle are much more reflective of North American Brown Bear rather than those cuddly little reptiles.
I like to write, and I try to explain things in detail so that all may understand-- and because of that, you will find my posts to often be rather lengthy but detailed. When it includes a story, I like to make all details known. When I include humor, well, I'll likely fail. LOL.
I'm a hyper-logical Christian in an Evangelical Church, but then I wonder: Why should we have 2,000 denominations? I feel like it separates us into 2,000 pieces. Heck, in all actuality Christ hasn't been gone 2,000 years yet. Why don't we all become the single body He wants us to be-- where is the Unity?
And thus introduces you into my typical digression, but as typical I get back on track once more to derail until we come to my points:
My hobbies are diverse and include hiking, kayaking, cycling, volunteering, writing, digging for antiques, restoring antique books. I like antique bottles, trade-cards, prints, coins, and insulators the most. I also love Heavy Metal-- Christian bands like Demon Hunter and Wolves at The Gate blast from my speakers often. (And if you think that Heavy Metal is of the Devil, read the lyrics and listen to Awaken by Wolves at The Gate.) You'll certainly awaken to the truth. Just turn your speakers down and have praise of God beaten into your eardrums.
My dog Steve died on May 2, 2011-- explaining why I like May 2nd, 1893, Hemingray insulators. And on all places (minus Skype) that need me to have a profile pic (well, want me to,) I have his picture.
The story of Steve is a tragic one, and the only stories that I have worth telling (a lot) all occur about 1 week before his death to now.
You'll hear about him a lot.
And I know that I can write well because of emotional responses I've been told by my readers (when they claim that they were crying, I know that I did it right,) and the fact that I placed in a multi-city multi-school competition suggests so too.
As much as I love straight-up werewolf and historical fiction, I typical weave in a good thread of something Christian that the typical reader will not notice.
Even though I'm gay and despair over my counterparts' actions, you'll find me a very clean, decent person.
I must warn you, though, that as a Major Depressive, I may easily be hurt and show despair in my writings.
I am also VERY blunt and honest (honest unto accidental insult if not careful,) and I will tell you that I'm not afraid to open up if I can use it as an example; and I am not afraid to call you out if you are going against the Religion-- we all do that, but I will hold you accountable as I expect you to hold me accountable like a good functional member of Christ's body should and is commanded to do so. But because of rules, there are a few things that I cannot speak about.
If you are interested in why I'm a bear, it's because the mentality of actual bears (North American) reflects my own. As a nearly 10-year volunteer at an animal sanctuary designed for non-typical (proper definition is exotic) animals once kept as pets (later seized for reasons or given up,) I've comes into contact with more than the normal 30 wolves I go with weekly. I've come across things that I cannot spell. But I've also gotten to know bears.
Sammy is the one that I had most studied. At not 1-year-old, he and his mother were struck by a vehicle in California.
This killed his mom, but he survived-- with "permanent" damage that would prevent his normal functioning in the wild.
But by a miracle, having been sent all the way here, he healed and was no longer the half blind cub I had once played with (to watch him grow! Oh, what joy he was.)
And thus began a short relationship (all the bears are long gone) that has had a permanent affect on me.
And so I have given long introduction into me. I hope to get to know other real Christians in the furry community, and I want you to know that if ever you need to talk about anything.... Hit me up in PM.
May God continue to bless you-- if you're able to be on here, you're greatly blessed.
See you around.
*Noms on the goodies I borrowed your your food-stores.*