I *am* a bear, but have never been sexually attracted to my own type. I tend to fancy skinny and/ or scruffy hippies
Ah! patchouli, the sixties in a single smell...Deadheads, and denizens of rock'n'roll clubs or Van Sant movies. But furq, about 90% of them seem to be hetero, or at least wear shorter wimn as a decorative accent. Hence my attraction to the fairies.
I have a fondness for rock guitarist moves that dates back to a previous incarnation as a king of Sumer in love with his harpist (in "Blossom of Bone" by Randy Conner). I would hardly kick the horny gogoboy (is that a variant of the Russian Goloboi?) or long-haired young porn star out of my bed either! Not much for defined muscles or oiled shaved bodies, or the burnt-brown look of the Mediterranean.
A couple of folks seem to have read "blond" into my preferences, but I don't see it here, and don't have that preference, and actually have a thing for dark brown or raven black locks. I seem to hit it off reasonably well with swarthy Jews, though, so that's certainly within my latitude.
And, natch, all the above is subject to the experiment alluded to at the top of the page, forsaking sex attraction in favor of the emotion, because the former impulse seems to have failed me (sigh).
It's hard to say which is the harder match, sexual, or intellectual. Intellectually, I'm in a pretty rarefied atmosphere, maybe not enough to support life!
Socially, within a rung of where I am, middle class income, lower middle class upbringing, Ivy League Education. I don't need an intellectual equal in a lover: bright and good-natured are good enough. Intellectual heights I get at lunches with colleagues.