Hot fudge sundae

I wrote a post (or two) some time back that addressed the opposite of deliberate touch.  You can read it here.  I've also written about my wrestling over the issue of touch at certain points in the somewhat recent past.  You can read that here.

I rarely touch other guys.  And the reason for that is I only do so if I feel lead to.  I know that sounds vague.  And it is vague, but I don't always give a hug when I rendezvous with a close friend.  It may be a handshake, this time around, even if I haven't seen them in a while.

Being lead to do something is a byproduct of my environment, my own state of mind / heart, and my sense of my friend's state of mind / heart as well.  I suppose you could call it instinct or calling on instinct prior to stepping forward.  Now, I will insert this caveat:  there are times when my emotions usurp everything that I've just described.  When that occurs, it's like passing go and collecting $200 on the Monopoly board.  There's no question regarding my desire to embrace in order to reassure or reconnect on a very personal level.  This then results in more than a hug.  It's something entirely different.  The only way I know to describe it is giddy mystery magic.

Last night, I was encouraged in my attempt to utilitize thoughtful deliberateness relative to touch and that encouragement is still resonating within me.

To know that there are some individuals who benefit more from your motives than the actual action which are a result of the motives (or perhaps equal to them) is deliciously complicated to think about.

No wonder guys don't touch each other.  Most people don't want to be labeled a con artist.  So often, it has nothing to do with homophobia.

My mouth continues to water!

Lagniappe