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Not My Usual Night or Post

Source: from the wiki page listed (linked) below.

I don’t usually do a post on Sunday night for Monday.  I have tried to make it my day off (along with Sat and Mon).  However, while going through things tonight, I happened on Google and clicked on their picture.  They change it frequently.  The Wiki entry simply amazed me.  I had, personally, never heard of this women.  During a time when it was difficult simply for women to do much in sports, this woman of color ran off and left them all behind.  In fact, I would say she outshone most men of that day and, for the most part, even today.  But you judge it for yourselves.




Snuggle Anyone?

I am not going to say much until I give you the chance to watch the two informative clips below.



Okay, now for talking.  I was tremendously intrigued by this woman’s idea of business.  Not because of any sexual connotations.  Instead, it’s because I, actually, thought about this as a business years ago.  The problem I saw with it was that I figured people wouldn’t go for it being non-sexual and I would end up in jail.

I saw this on Comcast’s news summary.  It was a different clip and one that, in many ways, went into a little more depth.  For instance, the two clips talk about her $60 / hr charge to cuddle.  The other clip reported that for $300 she would cuddle with you for an entire night.

Now, I can already hear the screams of “I bet it’s not sexual!” and “You have got to be kidding!”  However, let me ask you this:  “Do you get enough human contact to be healthy?”

My stroke counselor gets worried about me at times because she wants to make absolutely certain that I get out and be around people.  She is happy that I am on the computer, that I have my blog and those friends, and that I have my cat for company.  However, she tells me that you must have actual human contact in the right amounts or you will become unhealthy and depressed.  I have read enough to know that to be true.

Here’s the thing:  I talk a lot about going out for dates and things like that.  I talk about never getting married again because of how much I might have to give up that I am not willing to anymore.  There is all of that talking.  But, what I do truly miss is holding someone’s hand, hugging someone, and…yes, sleeping with my arm around someone.  Are there sexual thoughts?  Well, yes, but that, often,  takes a back seat to just the idea of holding someone.  I have had many times in recent years when I wanted to ask someone if they would spend the night just to cuddle.  I have wanted to cuddle with some women, but didn’t because I knew what would, most likely, start going on in their heads.  We are nearly programmed to think that touching and holding means sexual interest and more of a permanent relationship being desired.

Why does it have to be that way?  Why can’t people simply touch and hold each other and do that for an evening once in a while?

I am not certain here that I have any good answers.  That’s not really the point.  My point here is that this person seems to be offering something needed in our society and she is being met with a lot of criticism and crude humor.  I, for one, wish someone would legitimately open a snugglery near here.  It would be a pleasant alternative to so many things.

What do you think?

Would you go?

What would you think of someone who did?



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