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So, Monday evening I was studying a book with three other women. We found the material quite interesting and I felt a bit overwhelmed and slightly emotional about it.
We were talking animatedly about the content, and to emphasise what she was saying, one of the touched me on my thigh. This is common among women and it has happened before, but it is usually on the wrist or hand.
The first time it happened, I was aware of it but thought nothing of it, but then it happened a second time, and this time it felt like a mild electrical shock; actually more like a frission.
Well, I just did not know what to make of it and almost a week later it is still floating around in the back of my mind! I am to meet with them again this after noon. There is no chance, I repeat, no chance that I will allow anything unseemly to occur. Still I have the memory of pleasantness and reall acceptance to hold in my heart.
I know that many of my sisters here are just as longing of a kind touch as I, though I did not have the presence of mind to realize my unfulfilled need, funny that.
To any who can accept it, I give each of you who wish to have it a hug and a loving touch. No one should go without being touched and loved.
Merry Christmas
Gwendolyn
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Thank you, and I return it.
Thank you, and I return it. Holiday smiles, Jenn.
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Happy Christmas Gwen.
Though I don't celebrate Christmas, I'm quite happy to break up the winter with a midwinter solstice feast. Having the feast a couple of days after the astronomical midwinter solstice is like dividing any journey or task up into two parts. It's always good to complete the first section by doing slightly more than half. Then one feels one has 'broken-the-back' of whatever task is in hand. Subsequently the second half is all seemingly 'down-hill'.
Well that's my personal take anyway.
As to the tactile thing well. Tactility is perhaps the essense of femininity. The best example being the bare breasted cuddle an infant enjoys when suckling from it's mother's breast. Usually the night feed when the mother is warm in bed with the child at her naked breast. That is perhaps the acme of feminine sublimity.
Nice thoughts Gwen, (and warm ones.)
Though of course there is another side to tactility. (Beverly's side)
XX
Bev.
I'll take all the hugs I can get
never can have enough of em, in my opinion. And here is a big hug back.
Merry Christmas, Gwendolyn
and a most joyous new year.
May Your Light Forever Shine