Wednesday, September 15, 2010
On the Power of Hugs
My desire to be embraced is sometimes so powerful that I start to grow panicky. I now really know how those poor elderly people that I visit in the nursing homes feel. The need for human contact, human touch, is an intense and biting hunger. When an older person that has been without physical contact is embraced, he clings to you in a desperate, childlike way. I feel what that is like, I know what that is like. A few long months ago I craved the sexually forceful touch of a Dominant male; now I simply want to be encompassed/consumed within a safe harbor of masculine strength. I am, obviously, in a different place at the moment.
It is a hunger, like any other, but, honest to goodness, I often feel as though I am starving to death.