Not to mention krav. The amount of time spent groundfighting would have crashed through any boundaries -- it's not just contact, it's hip to hip, lying down.
See, ground-fighting doesn't bother me. I mean, it did a little at first, but it's just fighting. Maybe the whole violence aspect takes away from the weirdness.
Though on further reflection, I realize that the majority of the time I'm ground-fighting with other guys and that I do feel kind of self-conscious in the rare instances I'm paired up with a woman. Not because of my own personal space issues, but because I feel like I'm invading hers. (I know logically, if she's in the class, she's aware of what it entails, but it doesn't stop me from feeling a little uncomfortable about it.)
Not because I'm bothered having my hair cut (in fact, I really miss having my hair washed),
This is probably the one case where I'm paying for a service that involves touching and I enjoy it. Not the hair cutting, which is generally boring and something uncomfortable, but the hair washing is very relaxing.
Of course, lately I've been going to the local Cost Cutters because it's cheaper and I don't have to schedule an appointment weeks in advance and the closest I get to having my hair washed there is a few squirts of water from a spritzer bottle.
Heh. I've hugged both msbelle and Jesse. They managed to just barely stifle their impulse to recoile in horror.
Happy Birthday, Fred Pete!
I didn't!! I might have missed it, but I didn't skip!
While the whole paying for cuddles thing kinda squicks me, some of my best yoga sessions have involved a lot of touching. I'm crap at learning physical stuff, so when a yoga teacher puts her hands on my body and moves it into the position she wants it, there's often a *click* of "Oh, yeah, this does feel more stable/stretchy/whatever." But there's a very clear idea of who is touching and where and how/when/why. There's no emotional context other than, "Let's get this right."
I enjoy getting my hair cut as long as the shampoo person stays the fuck away from my neck. I love a good head massage, but I have neck-touching issues and have walked out of haircuts because the stylist ignored my "Please don't touch my neck" requests.
When I told a doctor the same thing once, her answer was "Were you ever strangled?" She seemed genuinely surprised that I hadn't.
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Well, it's not like anyone is surprised I'm slow on the uptake. I just found out "Afternoon Delight" was a song about sex!
I just found out "Afternoon Delight" was a song about sex!
Was it from that Arrested Development episode?
I just found out "Afternoon Delight" was a song about sex!
Perky, antiseptic, "Up With People" sex though.
Well, it's not like anyone is surprised I'm slow on the uptake. I just found out "Afternoon Delight" was a song about sex!
Right, and you found Emaline under a cabbage leaf...
