I found out something about my best friend today: we both have a problem hugging other females. And because of this, I know why we never hug each other too tightly for too long, front to front, despite the fact that we've best friends for more than ten years now. I mean, we talk about everything. Nothing is too private. We even lived together at one point and had no problems squishing up beside each other in a single bed in our underwear, chatting into the night. We just aren't one of those friends who feel comfortable hugging each other too much. We do that whole hug-from-the-side thing. Maybe it's just heartening proof that our sexual orientations are extremely straight.
Apparently the very same thing bugs us with those woman to woman hugs--breasts. It's just... ick. It just feels wrong! For her, she hates it more when the woman is ample in the boob department. She tells me that the give you experience when pressed up against big soft boobies gives her the creeps.
This is where we're different. I'd much rather hug a woman with big breasts! Then, I can delude myself into thinking "I'm sinking into cushions! These are cushions! Cushions, I say!" It's the small breasts (you know, those that sit apart from each other?) that make me recoil. Because then? I can't tell myself that these objects pressing into my objects are not another pair of breasts, not another woman's woman-y bits. Blech.
And god forbid if the small breasted woman is braless and cold. Small sit-y apart breasts that are each uhm... trying to say hello. To MY woman-y bits. Eurrghh.
Now, hugging men. Chances are, I can't feel their pectoral headlights randomly jabbing my chest. Chances are, their pecs are not fighting for space with my boobs--no no, they're just comfortably solid, pleasantly masculine, totally happy to hang out without trying to pee all over my (chestal) territory. Yes. I much, much prefer hugging men.
