Man I miss men

Ugh! I Miss Men

So I’m newly back on the dating market. I have a confession to make.

I miss men.

Not in a general, vague, “human connection” way. Specifically. Carnally. With feeling.

A non-exhaustive list of things I miss, for the record:

• The weight of them. Like an autism weighted blanket. Like seeing a cow in real life. The sheer size.
• The hands. Omfg the hands. Small of my back. My neck.~~ I need a moment.~~
• The intensity in their eyes when they’ve locked on. That thing where they’re tracking you and they know you know and nobody says anything yet. Criminal deprivation. CRIMINAL!!!?!
• The ruggedness and the goofiness in the same body. Physically a whole situation, trips over nothing, laughs at himself. Both things. Simultaneously. Hotttt
• The femininity too. A catboy. A musician. A man who moisturises. I contain multitudes of taste. Twínks included… God I love them!!!
• The possessiveness without the controlling. That flavour of “mine” that isn’t a cage, just a hand tightening slightly around… somewhere… DOWN BAD.
• The möaning. The losing composure. The breathing heavy. The forgetting to perform. A man making actual noise is a gift and we do not appreciate it enough.
• How protective they get. How they love women, like properly, warmly, without agenda.

At this point I would genuinely päy a man just to sit near me and be warm. Not even touching. Just present. Breathing. Existing in my vicinity.

The rest is almost beside the point.

Almost.

PS. Anyone know of a provider of manly presence, hit a girl up

Amen.