Ooh, who’s the bear? I mean, wolf.

There’s an animal on the dance floor! This is good stuff: Buster Wilde, straight office-supply manager by day, gay werewolf by night. I came across it on David’s blog, and just read through the whole series of comic strips. Totally funny. Ah, poor Buster: “Too late for cocktails, too early for brunch, and not a man in sight. Truly, my life is a low-budget horror movie.”

Tangent: my title for this entry reminds me of that Simpsons episode (“Three Gays of the Condo,” you know the one) where Smithers’ friends see him and Homer together in the gay neighborhood, and cattily call out, “Who’s the bear? Woof!” Classic.