I don't mean sex. I mean just... being close to people.
This isn't yet another self-indulgent woe thread where I invite sympathy; I'm genuinely quite amused at this feeling, as I didn't think I'd miss it that much - or wasn't aware how much I was comforted by it.

I have friends here, and they're lovely people (and they give hugs), but it's not really the same degree of intimacy as with people I've known for a few years. I guess I'm really missing my friend who lives a 10 minute bike ride away from me. Friends you can snuggle up to on the sofa while you watch films are great.

Hug appreciation thread?

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You don't notice how much it affects until you don't get it anymore. It really does make you feel better. I prefer cuddling over sex.

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gonna get my walkie talkie, and some mustard and some mayonnaise, and a mermaid, and some macaroni, bricks, and some telephone wires, and phone machines

I think I like them both equally; maybe cuddling a little more? Yes. I am always up for a cuddle - sex is a sometimes activity.

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You won't hug them because they're welsh, then? I'm with you on that one.

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His last request was a bulletproof vest or a god

i feel like i cant reconcile whether i like human contact or sometimes recoil from it. like im not a hugger. i find it odd when people lean in for a kiss on the cheek.

but there are a few friends i really love linking arms with on the street, or leaning onto on the couch...

and when i have been in relationships, i really love the hand holding, and the lying on his arm chest thing..........but then again not so much the hugging, or too much the kissing in public....

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The fresh heartbreak was, in a sense, like being in a foreign country; everything seemed alien, brilliant and glinting. It was as if I’d been flayed, so that even the air hurt. When you’re that unhappy, any glimmer of beauty or consolation feels like running into an old friend abroad, or seeing mountaintops through smog. Maybe we mistakenly think we want “happiness,” which we tend to picture in very vague, soft-focus terms, when what we really crave is the harder-edged intensity of experience.