Do you wanna come home with me, so we can cuddle?
I have it on good authority that this line has been used. So, what's your first inclination upon reading it? I wouldn't suspect anyone would read that literally. Even without trying everything has subtext. And the obvious one here is that cuddling is but a precursor for sharing a pot of coffee in the morning.
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But according to this morning's edition of Good Morning America some chick in New England would like to dispell this theory. She's opened up a joint she calls The Snuggery, which supposedly leaves the sexual connotations at the door, but charges an hourly fee for some cuddle time.
Shenanigans, I say!
I get the point. People need intimacy. Prisoners stuck in the box get messed up without human contact. Spouses seek out a quick physical fix when their homefires are non-existent, or mere embers. Close friends and family often be seen using embrace as their greeting of choice. I've heard of non-sexual hugging parties that disconnect the nookie from the orgy imagery. But that's giving it away for free. If you're going to pay sixty dollars for an hour's touch, why not seek out a massage therapist? They're at least certified, and have skill sets that might actually be beneficial.
Perhaps I'm just cynical. Holding or being held by a complete stranger at a cost can't possibly be fulfilling. Add sexual arousal, a component actually referenced on the website, and add paying for sexual frustration to the emotional disconnect that must be felt in the first place to get a patron in the door.
Then again, maybe it goes back to the sage advice about giving a man a fish versus teaching him how to cook.
I have it on good authority that this line has been used. So, what's your first inclination upon reading it? I wouldn't suspect anyone would read that literally. Even without trying everything has subtext. And the obvious one here is that cuddling is but a precursor for sharing a pot of coffee in the morning.
But according to this morning's edition of Good Morning America some chick in New England would like to dispell this theory. She's opened up a joint she calls The Snuggery, which supposedly leaves the sexual connotations at the door, but charges an hourly fee for some cuddle time.
Shenanigans, I say!
I get the point. People need intimacy. Prisoners stuck in the box get messed up without human contact. Spouses seek out a quick physical fix when their homefires are non-existent, or mere embers. Close friends and family often be seen using embrace as their greeting of choice. I've heard of non-sexual hugging parties that disconnect the nookie from the orgy imagery. But that's giving it away for free. If you're going to pay sixty dollars for an hour's touch, why not seek out a massage therapist? They're at least certified, and have skill sets that might actually be beneficial.
Perhaps I'm just cynical. Holding or being held by a complete stranger at a cost can't possibly be fulfilling. Add sexual arousal, a component actually referenced on the website, and add paying for sexual frustration to the emotional disconnect that must be felt in the first place to get a patron in the door.
Then again, maybe it goes back to the sage advice about giving a man a fish versus teaching him how to cook.
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