Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Everybody needs a hand to hold on to

I'm a goodly-sized grown man, 6'1" and 163 lbs., but today is one of those days where I need someone to hold me. We could talk about your day or maybe not talk at all. Just rock back and forth a little while sighing with contentment. K?

18 comments:

freakgirl said...

Come here, little fella.

:: opens arms ::

Jen said...

Aww, sweetie. {{{big hugs}}}

lazybythelake said...

we have a name for this activity at my house: fellowship.

it does not normally include talking but i guess it could. mostly here it is spooning with maybe some humming just behind the ear.

hummmmmmm. hummmmmm.

The Other Andrew said...

Can I get in on that action? You know I like a challenge.

Anonymous said...

Lean on me, when you're not strong,
and I'll be you're friend,
I'll help you caaaaaaaary on!

*rockin' hugs*

Michael Guy said...

Like what they said. Only with nice hotel sheets.

(( squeeze ))

Michael said...

Ya know, even when I practically beg, it still feels really good. Thanks, everyone.

It's almost like y'all are right here with me. In fact, which one of you is humping my thigh?

The Other Andrew said...

Err, that's me. It's all I could reach.

Charlie said...

I'm an amazing comforter. Two shoulders here, no waiting. xo

J.Go said...

*hug* Come cuddle with me. I'll hold you until all is right in your world.

Ur-spo said...

you bet!
I also give a good back rub and a scratch.

jason said...

Well, I'm a complete stranger... (though I've been reading your blog for a goodish while now....and think it's pretty great)....
but as one of my (flakier...but sincerest) friends used to tell me all the time, I'm sending some positive energy out your way.

Bodhi said...

Always up for a nice long sensual kiss and a good snuggle. Lets lie on a beach listening to the sound of the ocean while we look at the stars. And yes, of course you can rest your head on my chest.

In fact, you can do pretty much anything that takes your fancy ;-)

I heart vous, m'kay.

MWAH!

Michael said...

Well shoot, now you're gonna make me cry. Pile on, people, pile on. I think Andrew's almost done, plus I got a whole other thigh here, guys. Seriously, y'all are aces. ACES.

While certainly not as comforting as reading these comments, I've just awakened from a dream where I was in New York and seeing the revival of "Company". I attended alone (which is fine...you'll see) when I take my seat...wait for it.... directly behind Tom Judson. Now, it's Sondheim, and by all rights TJ (OK, yeah, I just called him TJ, but in my way that comes off quirky and completely non-stalkery) should be on stage in some capacity, but he's right there in front of me, practically twixt my thighs, so it's alright, aight? We have orchestra seats and he's in a cashmere turtleneck. Discuss.

Bluebunny said...

I'm a little late to the party, but a big hug from over here too.

The Other Andrew said...

See, people think that the gay men and theatre/musicals 'thing' is about our love of spectacle, or us secretly want to be the one in the feathered headress, but truth be told it's all about cruising the other 'mos in the audience.

Michael Guy said...

No. I want the feathered headress, Andrew. I've practiced walking down a flight of stairs looking straight-ahead for years.

:: showgirl wanna-be here ::

You haven't lived till you've seen my nether regions trimmed in maribu and rhinestones. I'm just saying...

The Other Andrew said...

Turn. Turn. Kick. Turn.