Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in Mr Big's LiveJournal:

Wednesday, March 10th, 2004
3:52 pm	(_) I NEVER LEARNED HOW TO TURN THE CAPS LOCK OFF (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, May 30th, 2003
9:48 am	Whoa, dudes, was that ever a bad trip. So after I left my parents place, there was this gang of J--- C------ worshippers waiting to nab me at the edge of town. Really all they did was tell me that they needed me to judge a contest and I went along without too much struggle (although we had to wait cause one of them wanted to "validate my feelings" - he had total snake jaws, I was completely validated). They took me to this camp out in the country, over the gate was this incredible wood painted to look like studded leather sash, I mean it was huge, bigger than my robust manhood, and an animattronic JC statue waving its plywood arm and saying "I'm a Titleholder!" in a tinny voice. It had little strobe lights in its eyes. I was hypnotized. Inside, they made me give up my real sashes and gave me one of those cheap plastic training-sashes they give wannabee contestants; I had to "earn my privileges". They made us work all day in the factory where they made bear stuff of every kind, so think of that next time you want to buy some bear junk, there's a factory full of hot bears slaving away 18 hours a day painting the Official Bear Colors of the Official Bear Flag onto that crap. But I thought I was working for The Community under JC, so I never questioned it. This went on for weeks, the endless work in the factory, the daily visits from the Relievers, until one day the Sashmaster caught wind of the size of my tremendous Gift, and summoned me to his personal harem. I was on call 24/7, whenever he wanted a piece, but my reward was that I got to eat Big Macs whenever I wanted them, and slowly, little by little, the All-American wholesomeness of the junk food woke me up to the badness of the place. Soon I was plotting my escape. One day I daringly asked if he wanted me to model my sashes for him, and he went for it, so after he came the third time and rolled over to sleep, I reverently gathered them all up and walked out of the room. Grabbing a garbage can lid, I walked toward the gate, and holding up the reflective metal to pretect me from the strobing eyes, walked past the waving JC. When I looked back it had turned to stone. There I was, reborn to the world, naked as the day I was born and hung like a prize stallion. (Comment on this)
9:47 am	telecommunicate 106% quirkypandacub 106% nfotxn 87% pookitty 72% lostncove 72% cuttercoon 72% paladincub21 69% bitterlawngnome 69% trckrfckr 69% ultrabithorax 54% How compatible with me are YOU? (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 10th, 2003
10:18 pm	In the Name of JC So the first thing I had to do when I came back to the US was to go visit my parents. They live in a small town in Virginia, so after I landed at Abingdon I rented a car and got on 58 headed West. It was late at night, and it started snowing; soon it was a blizzard. I passed through the little towns of Ashleys, and Osceola, and the snow was piling up, and the car started making a burning smell, and I thought, oh shit, not the stranded routine again, but that part of Virginia is not as empty as the Himalayas, so I figured I'd keep going - it wasn't that far anyways. I passed through Vestal, and the engine light on the dashboard started flashing, and I thought, just a little further, I'll be there, but about two miles outside Damascus, the car finally croaked. Not a soul on the road. So I thought, what the fuck, someone with a dick as big as mine should be able to walk the last few miles, I got out and started walking. It was cold, but I wrapped my sash around my ears to keep them warm, and I arranged it so the title was showing on my forehead in case I passed out in the snow and they needed to ID me in a hurry. Suddenly, I hear this truck coming up on me from behind. Obviously doesn't see me, cause he knocks me down in the ditch, but I guess he heard the thud when he hit me, cause the next thing I know I'm staring into his blinding bright headlights, and he's saying to me, "Man, why are you wearing that sash? I never endorsed that sash." He got me up and took me into the cab of his truck and put me in the sleeper. I offered to let him suck my dick in gratitude, but he just kinda patted me on the head and said, there there little mister runner up, I'm the real thing. I thought, whatever. The headlights had been so bright, my eyes were still dazzled, so I couldn't see his sash, or I woulda known! It was JC himself, First Titleholder of the Bear Community, on his way home to SF from a self-promotion tour of the east coast! Anyway, he drove me into town and left me with one of his groupies, (name of Adam Nanias, winner of a local Bear Contest). While I recovered from my hypothermia, Adam put some Visine in my eyes so I could see again. My eyelids were all chapped and stuff, so when he opened them to put the Visine in they were all, like the commercial says, dry and scaly, but the scaliness kinda fell away. It was gross and everything but thank god for Visine. So anyway, Adam suggested I comfort myself with his mediocre meat, and I thought, wow, yuck, but it might get back to JC if I said no, and the poor guy is kinda desperate and everything, but he was right, once I'd had some meat my strength came back and I was ready to face the world. While visiting my parents over the next week, I did plenty of talking about The Community with Adam, and slowly the light dawned on me. That's when I accepted JC into my heart. It was like being born all over again, only I got it right this time. Now I know that JC gave himself to the Community to save me from my unsanctioned sash. So now I want to share the good news with everyone! “I am the Contest, the Judges, and the Winner: no Bear cometh unto the Community, except through Me.” -- JC (Comment on this)
Sunday, December 15th, 2002
11:35 am	I am so totally looking forward to coming back to the USA. These old buildings are cute and everything but these people don't know how to throw a bear party. Last one I was at there was only one kind of lube - unflavored! It greased up my remarkable piece as good as anything else, but was kinda, well, you know, third-world. (So I was talking to my friend Bobby the other day and he was telling me about this freak he met on a bus somewhere. Bobby is like a really community-minded guy, and he's trying to build up his community service resume so he can be Mr Community Bear 2004, I mean he's smooth as a Boston archbishop's pickup line and can't grow a beard no matter how hard he strains and how much Rogaine we slip him in his tea (ooops did I say that out loud?) but it's like they always say, being a bear is about having a bearish attitude, not about being a thick, bearded, furry chunk of manmeat. So anyway, Bobby's on this bus and this obvious B-lister that he's been trying to help to turn himself into something worthwhile, at least a fluffer or whatever, this guy one day just stands up right on the bus and screams "I'M GOING TO SUCK YOUR COCK, OK? IN A SANDWICH! WITH A TWINKIE!". Bobby was so embarrassed he nearly dropped his practice-sash right there, but luckily he held it together long enough to get off at the next stop and gather his wits. Whew, that was a close call. I hear poor people leave stains where they touch you and it would be hard to disguise those even with hott tribal tattoos.) So you know, once I got back to London after my little side-trip in Nepal, they held this great party for me, well actually I was the runner-up guest of honor, the winner that days was actually someone whose name I shouldn't drop but he's the star of many bear films but is really a bottom so he can't get it up when they want him to play top, which is sad, cause while I was ramming my stupendous Opiate of the Masses into his furry rump, Frank this guy was hard as a baseball bat. He's gonna be walking funny when he gets back to SF home. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 30th, 2002
12:09 pm	So like for lunch today I had some bread, and something on it, and 262 calories worth of sugar and some other stuff. w00t. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
10:56 am	So, like sorry for not posting. I had an adventure. So like after the photoshoot for Second Circle (which was hell, let me tell you) I had a argument with that little Slovenian good-for-nothing. Turns out the only reason he wanted to get into my pants was so that he could tell me he loved me. I said, yeah whatever, I don't need your cheap diamonds, I mean, like, you're not even on the "A" List. So then I got on the plane. There was this really nelly steward, but when he saw the huge bulge in my trackpants he was suddenly all rough and forceful. "You want another softdrink, sir" he said as he pushed me into the crew area and pulled the curtain across. He tore my sash off and stuffed it into my mouth, which was really hott and everything, so I let him suck my prizewinner. It was kinda tacky, I mean the stewardesses kept walking in on us and climbing over us to get stuff for the other passengers, but hey, I'll never fly Aeroflot again. But then disasster struck. The steward dragged me up into the cockpit, and even though by this point I wasn't horny anymore, the pilot and copilot were so impressed with my enormous meat, I let them value it. I should of never let the pilot stand me between him and the steering wheel, cause one lunge too many, and my huge Community-pleaser was choking him. He pushed me away - and right into the steering wheel! Before I knew it, we were falling toward a snowy mountaintop in the Himalayas - and blam! we plowed into it like a jumbo-sized penis plunging into a virgin asshole. Those of us who could ran from the wreckage and there was this huge fireball. So, like, there we were, me, the pilot and copilot and the nelly steward stranded on the mountaintop. It was like one of those parties where you walk in an you realise you've had sex with pretty much everyone, but you'd never admit it in front of your friends, and they're all trying to be chummy and cop a feel but your best friend Bud is watching so you have to make like you don't know them, you know? I mean, anything for the Community, but, like eww! B-listers! So anyway it was a couple weeks until they rescued us, and food was pretty scarce. We had to boil down my sash to make soup, but I saved the letters and used them to make a great big glittery sign that said "MR. HUGE" that attracted the plane. We were all real hungry and the copilot killed the pilot to have some food, but I had to turn it down. I just couldn't. I mean, he wasn't even a contestant or anything. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 15th, 2002
11:14 am	So Berlin was fantastic. I got sidetracked, their was this really pretty cub who could suck his own dick while I rammed my prize-winning meat into his beautiful greasy pink pucker. He liked me to smack him with my sash while he screamed out "Who's your community, Daddy? Who's your community?" It was really hott. But then he read my sash one day and found out I was only a runner-up and dumped me. I was really down until I met this Slovenian refugee who really digs runner-ups and is starting up a website, runnerupbears.com for the runner-up community. I'm going to be the cover man for his new magazine, Second Circle. I don't get why he's calling it that but I'm really hott so it's gonna sell well. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 16th, 2002
6:38 pm	My tour around Europe goes on, this week I am in Berlin. It is not like I pictured it; there were no hot guys in leather shorts welcoming us when we got off the plane, for one. It doesn't matter how loud or slow I talk to them, most of 'em pretend not to understand English. But at least the shopping is good. What does a prize-winning dick have to do around here to get himself sucked? (4 Comments |Comment on this)
11:43 am	You know what I really hate? When you wear your best sweaters for a while and they get these little round fuzzballs on them. I spent all night last night picking them off my favorite sweater. Jeeze it is really annoying when stuff like that happens to you. (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 15th, 2002
8:22 pm	Hey men, this is my first time using a journal so I'm kinda wondering what to write. Why can't I sleep? Man, I am so horny... Anyway, if any of you have some pictures to share, especially of your ass, please post links to them here! (5 Comments |Comment on this)