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I will go first.
My hands are big, and strong farmer's hands. Though that was 30 years ago. I always get complimented on how surprisingly soft they are, and warm. The girls I work with sometimes won't let go. (why are girl's hands always cold???)
What I feel most about my hands is their curiosity. They love to touch, feel, learn, measure, express, soothe, create, fix. With words I tend to be lean, try for tightness, frugality in eloquence. With touch I prefer to be effusive, loving, running on with my hands, everywhere with fingers. Eyes are easy to deceive, difficult with focus, blurred with feeling. Handshakes speak volumes: limp - "I could care less"; insincere - "Have I got a deal for you!"; truly loving - "I missed you." Hugs are better indicators: shoulders only touching - "I don't really know you, but we're supposed to hug, at least everyone else is."; friends - contact above the waist; better friends - full contact, full warmth, kiss; lovers - full arousal.
Hugs and handshakes are only brief moments of touch. I enjoy seeing and exploring with hands. There are many I've wanted but never touched. If I could see them through my fingers, close my eyes, focus my thought, stroke their hands and arms, puzzle every muscle, bone, joint, every texture of skin and softness of hair, then would I know their hands. I would know much more: whether they enjoyed the touch and what touch they enjoyed, whether they felt comfortable being touched, comfortable with me; how much of their feelings and emotions they allow through their skin. Yes, I would see much more of their physical arm and hand than ever my eyes could show, but more important, I'd know a great deal more of their inner being, their emotional touch.
We are often reticent in emotion, even more with touch. Friendships are hard to forge for this husbanding of flame. The older I am, the less circumspect I become toward my desire for feeling, touch, and emotional bonds. I seek to touch, to see, to befriend, and to love.
I will go first.
My hands are big, and strong farmer's hands. Though that was 30 years ago. I always get complimented on how surprisingly soft they are, and warm. The girls I work with sometimes won't let go. (why are girl's hands always cold???)
So the pic is 30 years old, or the farming was?
Farmer's hands? The shirt is a dress shirt and from the cuffs it appears to be at least a $50 shirt. FYI, the watch is not exactly a Swatch watch either! Me thinks the farmer has been shoveling manure.I will go first.
My hands are big, and strong farmer's hands. Though that was 30 years ago. I always get complimented on how surprisingly soft they are, and warm. The girls I work with sometimes won't let go. (why are girl's hands always cold???)
Farmer's hands? The shirt is a dress shirt and from the cuffs it appears to be at least a $50 shirt. FYI, the watch is not exactly a Swatch watch either! Me thinks the farmer has been shoveling manure.
Love the purple polish.![]()
*subscribes*
I just love men's hands...![]()