KvotheTheRaven wrote:How do you react when someone shows you affection?
I generally cringe and feel very uncomfortable unless I have made an affectionate gesture first and its in response to that.
It depends on the kind of gesture and the person delivering it.
I alway had a particular loathing for the club/student lifestyle I was repeatedly dragged into during my stints at uni. Being groped or kissed by strange people. I actually had a girl try to forcibly give me a blowjob in the men’s bathroom on one occasion, although quite what she thought she was playing at is beyond me. That kind of contact just increases my alienation and aggression as do many other aspects of synthetic urban cultures. I did live that way for a couple of years mostly because I felt it was what you were expected to do while at uni. After I got my sh*t together when I still got dragged out to clubs, people got told curtly ‘no’ and if that didn’t suffice force was used.
Another example might be the Christian mission we have in the village with whom my friendship with our local vicar forces me to have contact. These cranks are christians of the touchy feely variety who insist on hugging. I try to avoid them where possible,forestall by proffering a handshake if I can and if not just grin and bear it.
Thinking back I used to find the slapping, groping and other ‘male bonding’ performed within the university swim team and cycling club, unpleasant as well. Similar behaviours as a cadet and similar environments I was more tolerant of .
All that being said, last evening a group of friends and I ended up watching Hacksaw Ridge for lack of anything better to do. During this my back and head were thoroughly but unsolicitedly petted which was a thoroughly pleasant experience in spite of the mawkish American drivel. While I occasionally sardonically compare it to the grooming behaviour of a troop of chimps (usually done to diffuse when outsiders are finding it unusual), intense tactile affection has always been a part of our internal culture. They have enough trust that I’m prepared to be whimsically interfered with. Personally I find it intensely soothing.