So – does everyone know what Scruff is? I sure as hell do. I love this little bastard of an app, even though I don’t have an iPhone! My iPod touch is now set that where-ever I find wireless, I “check in” and let the world know my presence. It’s just like Foursquare and all the other things that came out beforehand, but this one is so specific to the bear culture that it has to be enjoyed! For the uninitiated as-to what Scruff, Foursquare, or any of these apps do – you can ‘check in’ at a specific location, and then look to see what other folks are nearby. Like for instance at Gencon the other weekend – I ended up meeting a couple bears, just because I had scruff going and noticed that they checked in at Gencon as well!
The really fun thing is being with a group of people and going through the list of people nearby and playing the “should we stalk THIS dude?” game… Granted, I would never do that because its pervy (*cough cough*) however, I don’t see how some people WOULDN’T be enticed to make a couple block detour to see if the pictures do the bear any justice… I mean – if I could give some constructive feedback to the developers of the program, it needs a “Want to be groped by: Wouldn’t/Might/Definitely” toggle so that I can just get felt up by the hotties without any foreplay. I mean, I can think of a few people who I’ve seen on that baby that could grab my goods in a hurry for just a bit of passing jollies – but once again, maybe that’s just me.
I do get tired of mixed signals online, though. Like if you find a profile where the dude is buck naked getting pounded repeatedly by anonymous cocks – maybe he shouldn’t say “looking for friend’s only, NOT SEX!” I mean, you’re pictures seem to tell me a story that would lead me to believe otherwise… Unless you only TALK to people you’re friends with, and get fucked by complete strangers. Which is a good standard to have – because then you wouldn’t know if you’re getting screwed by a total asshole. And should I say “man, those pictures are hot” – don’t act fucking pissed and say that you aren’t looking to hook up. I don’t give a shit – you’re a whore, I’m a dick, I HAVE a dick… this is not the time for a crisis of identity, right?
But I digress. If I learned anything this past weekend sitting at a table, where an impromptu coffee party happened, being solidly berated by my friends (love you guys) – it’s that you really can’t take yourself too damn seriously. Life is a lot more enjoyable if you’re able to laugh at others and yourself equally! And if you aren’t able to laugh at yourself, I’m more than willing to teach you… because you’re ridiculous.