I know it seems like everyone is talking about
Bearbook.com like Jim Jones came back to life with a bear gut, a tribal tattoo and a pierced nose or whatever. It's an interesting attempt at combining the best of Facebook with the ideal of Bear411: social media that doesn't discriminate, read your mail or send you one of those legal notices that sound as if someone cribbed it from a French-to-English translation at Babelfish.
Intriguing, but a minor catch: it's a pay site. Granted, the pay part is inexpensive enough:
New users taking advantage of this offer will be required to pay a $2.95 setup/processing fee and will be allowed to renew annually for $22/year for the life of their membership. You also have the option, on the next page, to choose a 30-day trial membership instead. The standard $25/year rate will apply.
I'm not in favor of paying to use a social media tool, even if it's one designed for a niche audience, even if that niche audience has needs both FB and B411 can't provide equally. Something about it bothers me, as in the idea that you'd never pay to interact with a person in a coffee shop, so what's so different here...that kind of thing. The cost, however, is negligible, from the looks of it. I was not involved in the beta testing of this, so it's all new. But it seems to be getting raves, and a lot of you are already there.
So I joined. With great reluctance, frankly, both at the idea and for personal reasoning which I'll keep to myself. But I signed up. I'm kinda dubious about it all, but then, these days, I don't go balls-out with enthusiasm over a whole lot since the parade passes by. That said, there's some good things about being there, about the layout, the content, the quality of who shows up. I'll know more or like more if I don't feel like I got hung out to dry over there after a while.
Act now, however, if you're interested. Read the terms, because it seems to be keeping up momentum. And who knows, maybe I'll dance the tarantella with my boxers around my thighs if it meets whatever I expect it to be. (It's the conclusion of a half-assed endorsement. *rimshot*) Look, and you might spot me there.