Scribbled in my notebook, there’s a little strange slip of text. It seems to be about a story I love to tell my friends, the story of the Bear Brides in Finland.
The boy bear bride
A cross-dressing accident, tethered by the ring on his finger to the dead bear
Forced to learn this culture of the women of his homeland
Those who were told they had no power, and who found a way to take it
It doesn’t matter whether or not they are bears, but that they believe they are bears.