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Lately I’ve been pondering the concept of brotherly-like affection. Bonding, and connection. I’ve craved affection… It’s been months since I’ve touched another man. Aside from a hug. But this affection I crave, is the same affection satisfied by a nibling who of their own volition decides to get close and snuggle, just because they feel a sense of love, and closeness, and don’t have to think twice to express it. I considered rooming, with a friend I’ve known for a long time— one who I have a deep love, and desire to be close with, not necessarily, in a sexual way. But in this same brotherly kinship, that we may have experienced with our buddies in college. I’ve ruled against it, because our relationship has mostly been agony, for me. He actively practices not touching me, and what do I gain from feeling unwelcomed to share space? I digress— So yeah, it’s dudesnude; naked dudes. There’s that. Firstly, I desire affection, subcutaneously I’m a cuddler, to the core. Intellectual stimulation, comes in close second, but I always enjoy some silence, and plenty of time away. Thirdly, sex. And if it’s good, plenty enough of it. I’m mostly a monogamist, but I like the thought of a spicy, and expansive group dynamic. Not much in to role play, but curious. Same with BDSM, mostly as a voyeur, but also a willing participant, if it’s on terms my body and mind can safely endure. I’m an active participant in sobriety; so I’m not fond of being around someone who’s inhibitions, and self control are overtly lowered, but if you’re responsible I have no issues, with it. Sex with a sloppy someone isn’t my idea of fun. Shared mutual travels by any means, is on the top of my bucket list, as are outdoor activities, urban exploration, live music and art; or even a movie cuddled up on the couch. Granted there’s good food. |
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