Inside the mind of a kind of quirky, pretty stubborn, way too opinionated, twenty-something, heteroflexible Black female newly employed up-and-moved-to-DC Princeton GRADUATE who's just trying to sort out her life. An uninhibited celebration of all that is me, this blog is an exercise in self-discovery and live-with-your-heart-wide-open-ness. Though I make respect a habit, I will not always be politically correct, and I believe in the power of making audiences uncomfortable to inspire change.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
One of my favorite moments in a friendship
is when we learn that we're both hug people, or both kind of touchy-feely with our friends in general. This can take a little while to occur. It is always better to err on the side of not touching people, because consent and body issues must always be respected. As such, this moment might not happen the first few times you hang out. You might need an excuse the first time, like taking a picture together--suddenly arms are around waists and this barrier is broken. Later, when you tease him and he pouts, you feel emboldened enough that you can hug him to cheer him up again. You're not sure what to expect, because it's your first hug, and many people are tentative about first hugs. But as his arms slide firmly around your back and you snuggle in close, cheek to cheek, you let out a small sigh of comfort. He is a hugger. You step out of your hug and he says, "You give really good hugs." "So do you," you reply. You take every opportunity throughout the rest of the night to repeat this full-bodied hug, and take to standing with your arms around one another's shoulders. It is a wonderful night.
Labels:
friendship,
touching
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