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"Men In Touch --- Why?"

Editorial by Sequoia Thom Lundy, M.A.

--- "My father never hugged me, [or I guess he stopped when I was about twelve]. He said I was getting too old. When I cried, he hit me and said 'Don't you ever cry again!' [I never have.] I hug my children regularly. But I have a lot of fear about hugging other men. I'd really like to, but I can't. Maybe in 20 years . . . "

--- "When I was 20 years old, riding with my dad in his truck, he put his arm across the backrest and put one finger on my shoulder. It was like a lightening bolt! He had never, ever touched me before. It felt so good, so powerful! I had never missed his touch, but now I knew what I had been missing."

--- "I've studied massage. I've always liked to touch, to hug . . . men or women. I've even kissed men. There's something about kissing a man on the cheek --- it's not feminine . . . "

--- "Yeah --- the best French kiss I ever had was with a man!"

--- "Wow --- the first time I saw the Russian Olympic athletes kissing on the lips, I freaked out! Then I realized I had never touched a man except to compete. I envied the Russian men. Now I can at least hug a man, [although I'm still not ready to kiss . . . ]"

--- "When I hug someone, a woman or a man, I often get an erection. It's confusing because I'm not hugging with sex in mind."

--- "The men in my men's group hug pretty easily. Last week, we decided to go out for a meal. Afterwards, I felt real awkward hugging them in public."

These quotes paraphrase the sharing of 10 men at a discussion of "Men and Touch" at the Seattle Men's Wisdom Council. It illustrates some of the issues men feel about this emotionally charged topic.

Thai men hold hands walking together. Russian men kiss. In many cultures, it's totally okay for men to openly show affection for each other. Here, in North America, men are conditioned by the macho images in the media: thus we feel permitted only to shake hands or knock each other around competitively. We are not permitted to hold hands, hug (except very briefly), kiss or otherwise show any tender, caring feelings for each other. Even gay men, who are supposedly liberated from the cultural norms, often internalize the judgements about affectionate behaviour among men and either hide their affection from public view or limit their intimate contact to heartless [often anonymous] sexual objectification of other men.

Our culture is one of the most violent in the world. I believe there is a direct connection between our fear of man-to-man affection and our violence. Men are praised as heroes for killing in war, and are treated as misfits if we openly display physical affection. There is something very wrong with this picture!

Fortunately, in recent years, men of all sexual orientations are beginning to re-examine who we are, how we behave, how we each relate with our self, with women, with children, and with each other. A significant, unexamined area about our interactions is how we touch one another. Are we happy with our current behaviour? Do we wish to explore new options?

Touch is an essential form of communication. It is the primal language, the one we understood before we knew words. The way we give and receive touch communicates from a very deep (and sometimes unconscious) part of ourselves to the same deep place in the other person. Our "adult" selves learned to communicate with words and concepts. But the "child" in us is fluent in the language of touch. Our emotional well-being is very much influenced by the quality of touch in our lives. What happens when we are out of touch with our need and capacity for touch?

Three factors inhibit men from openly displaying caring, affectionate touch: fear of our own and other men’s emotions, vulnerability, and sex:

EMOTIONS: One scary and confusing thing is that affectionate touch can trigger emotional and/or erotic feelings, which can cause anxiety. Some men avoid feeling emotions [especially the "weak" emotions like sadness, fear, longing], and touch can bring such unwelcome feeling right to the surface.

VULNERABILITY: In psychology, the "shadow" is understood to be that part of our own personality which contains the traits we do not wish to acknowledge or "own." These could be qualities like greed, jealousy, hatred, fear, or even vulnerability, tenderness, and ability to nurture. The disowned parts are then "projected" onto other people, for whom we feel inordinate attraction or repulsion.

This frequently occurs in sorting out so-called gender-appropriate qualities, where we "own" certain qualities and "disown" or project other qualities onto others. The traditional gender expectations attribute co-operativeness and emotional softness to women, and competition and physical/intellectual prowess to men. Moreover, these so-called feminine qualities are generally devalued in our culture. Those who exhibit them (often women and "queer" men) are treated with less respect, and are frequently the objects of derision and aggression by "manly" men.

Thus, many men disown their tenderness, their own inner child, their "feminine side." It is seen as okay for women to be vulnerable, while men maintain the appearance of strength and independence. A "real" man needs only enough physical closeness to unload his manly sexual tension. Some women are beginning to complain about being the sole source of nurturing for men. They are beginning to ask why men don't do more nurturing of each other.

The problem with the shadow is that it puts us out of balance, as we devalue certain qualities in ourselves and exaggerate their opposite. One example is the person who disowns their assertiveness and becomes excessively compliant and "nice." If, as a whole culture, men disown our tender, nurturing co-operative qualities, what can we show toward one another? We can only compete: in business, on the playing-field, and on the battle-field.

SEX: In addition, because we assume that erotic feelings will lead to sex, and have been taught that it is improper/immoral to be sexual with other men, we tend to be afraid of those feelings in ourselves or one another. For example, the presence of an erect penis is experienced by many people as an indication of sexual desire [in oneself or the other person] . At "inappropriate" times, this may be embarrassing or even threatening for either person. In reality, the erection may simply mean that the man is feeling pleasantly energized, in a heightened state of well-being.

Many men equate touch with sex, and thus either avoid touching other men affectionately or else seek sex with men as a way of simply getting touched. In my adolescence, I was caught in that illusion, and sexualized my need for caring touch with men. I found it quite unsatisfying, like fast food that fills the belly but provides little nourishment. As an adult, I discovered massage. To my delight I realized that the rest of my body can experience at least as much pleasure from touch as my genitals can. More importantly, I realized that nurturing and affectionate touch does not necessarily lead to sex, but is deeply satisfying in itself. I understood that I had been looking to sex to satisfy a much more primal need for loving touch. I know there are lots of men (some are gay-identified; many are not) who have furtive sex with other men. I believe what they really want, but have no idea how to find, is the caring touch of another man.

My experience has shown me that there are lots of ways to share touch which do not necessarily involve or lead to sex (e.g., hugs, massage, holding, cuddling). For brevity, I distinguish between sex (physical stimulation intended to bring about arousal and, perhaps, orgasm) and affection (words and/or touch intended to express caring, warmth, and to enhance well-being). The two can be experienced separately or together. We have a choice.

Touch does not equal sex! We can choose to share sex and/or affection in any mode --- hetero/homo/bi. Some people, even though they may prefer to be sexual with only one gender , can enjoy sharing affectionate touch with both, or vice versa. For example, many heterosexual women are comfortable being overtly affectionate with both genders ("bi-affectional"?). Most men, however, are much less free with affection. There are many men who have sex with men (whether gay- or straight-identified) whose contact with men is quick, anonymous, and lacking in heart.

I suspect many men are ready explore the possibilities that lie beyond the gay-straight division and rigid gender rules about whom we love. I am convinced that the dichotomy between "gay" and "straight" does violence to all men, and hence to all people. The terms force us into restrictive pigeon-holes. To accept either label is to be limited in our intimate choices.

At a Men's Wisdom Council meeting in Vancouver, I was invited to do a presentation about touch. I guided about 20 men to reflect on their most positive experience of touch with another male (at whatever age) and then speak about their recollection and how it made them feel. Many men spoke longingly of the touch they received (or wished to receive) from their fathers, which was too little and ended too early. They expressed a feeling of lack of affectionate fathering still as adults. Then I led them in pairs in a simple touch exercise: the "toucher" stood behind his seated partner, gently lay hands on his shoulders, and breathed with him, then guided his head back against his belly, holding forehead and heart, followed by some easy facial massage. Then they traded rolls, and then took time to tell each other what the experience of tenderly touching or being touched y another man felt like for each of them, both physically and emotionally. Back in the large circle, each man had an opportunity to speak. The tone in men’s voices was amazing: men really spoke from their hearts, not from their heads. There was a tone of reverence, of awe. Many said they had never been touched with such care by another male, or not since early childhood. To a man, they acknowledged the sense of lack in their lives. It was as though I had given them permission to connect with each other in a way they had always wanted, but they had buried the want away as socially unacceptable.

For me the operative word in intimate sharing is choice. We can choose when, how, and with whom we wish to act on any feelings we feel. In order for both people to truly have a choice about the kind of contact that is mutually agreeable, we need to develop sensitive communication skills: to ask clearly for what we want, to be respectful of the other person's needs, to be able to set clear boundaries by negotiating with one another about what we each are open to at any given moment.

To the extent that men are forced by societal norms to conceal our affection for each other, we cut off a vital part of our loving nature. I believe that repressing our loving energy for one another forces the energy to emerge as heightened violence.

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Write down your thoughts and especially your feeling about all this: a letter (to your father?), an article, a poem, and send it along [to: MenInTouch @ GrowingHealthier.com]*.
What do you long for? What do you fear?

Get involved in the events already being presented through w_mit_bk.gif (2905 bytes), or create your own. Caring touch among men works well in groups, in sacred circles. It’s not so much about coupling, romantic love, or sex (although all those are also options). It is about creating community. I would like all men to have permission to massage, dance, hug, kiss, hold hands, caress, sleep together, and be as tender, playful, sensuous, and/or sexual as each man would like. The very life of the planet may depend in part on men's ability to fully embrace our tender, caring selves!

JOIN US!

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Touching Well

At the recent Light Touch Retreat at Daisy Lake, we spent time as a group articulating some of the principles that make touch a truly healing experience for both the recipient and the toucher. After the retreat, we continued our discussion of the topic by e-mail. So what follows is a summation of our ideas and insights about "touching well."

  • Prepare myself: open and ground my energy by stretching and breathing
  • Ask permission. Be totally respectful of boundaries.
  • Be clear about my intention: to relax? to nourish? to heal? to stimulate?
  • Approach slowly.
  • Observe the other's breathing, and synchronize my breathing with theirs [if feasible].
  • Encourage sounds, and make sounds as an example.
  • Touch as I'd like to be touched.
  • Ask for feedback [and then be open to their wanting different touch than I would want].
  • Less is more: touching even one area of the body really well [i.e., slowly, with clear intent] is much better than rushing to massage the whole person.
  • Variety feels best: weaving among the lightest [energy touch], the middle range [massaging muscles at various pressures], and moving the bones[rocking, shaking, and stretching the torso and limbs].
  • Give love and respect unconditionally. Always intend to touch "the divine" in the other person.
  • Stay focussed: touching is a natural meditation.
  • Allow periods of stillness [for example, holding both feet or any two chakras] and silence: it deepens the experience for both people.

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Will Real Men Ever Hug?
by Ann Fasano

Research has finally confirmed what the public has long suspected: Real men don't hug each other. While women tend to be quite comfortable touching, hugging and kissing their female friends, most men are reluctant to openly express affection for other men, according to the findings of Kory Floyd of Cleveland State University and other researchers. "Individuals expressing affection incur a number of risks, including possible misinterpretation of the expressions as sexual overtures," says Floyd. "These risks appear to be magnified in the male-male relationship." In contemporary times, she says, men are inhibited from expressing tenderness for each other even when they feel it. And when surveyed, most men and women agree outright that male-male public displays of affection are rather inappropriate.

But this hasn't always been the case. "In 19th century America, young men developed romantic friendships with each other that today would be mistaken for homosexual relationships," says Floyd. For descriptions of typical 19th century male friendships, she refers to the book American Manhood: Transformations in Masculinity from the Revolution to the Modern Era by historian E. Anthony Rotundo. "They wrote love letters to each other, slept in the same bed, held each other physically, and confided intimately in each other. These romantic friendships were widely accepted by both men and women." As Rotundo describes them, young men in the 1800s bared their dreams, desires, insecurities and day-to-day dilemmas to one another like the best of 1990s girlfriends.

So why have men become inhibited? Rotundo's thesis is that America has been transformed over the past two centuries from a communal society, in which individuals' aggressive and competitive urges were suppressed for the good of the group, to the modern individualistic society, in which these impulses are admired and encouraged, especially among careerist men. The women's movement, Rotundo suggests, exacerbated the trend. "Anxiety about manhood began while the male grip on power and privilege was under attack by women," he says. Men turned away from women and "feminine" behavior, he says, "in an attempt to establish a firmer manhood." Homophobia blossomed.

Can men of the future lead lives of unfettered affection? Not as long as they're worried about being thought gay, concludes Rotundo. Perhaps the homophobia that cramps our culture cannot die out until we all get comfortable with the social equality of women.

"In Brief" is written by Ann Fasano, a freelance reporter and former editor of UnderWire. Special thanks to University of Washington psychologist Dr. Kim Barrett for research assistance and information on gender differences.

"Straight but Not Narrow!"
My friend Kenyth Freeman has the above slogan on a button on his front door. He and I, who are respectively straight and gay, have had an ongoing discussion about the implications of our friendship on the larger issue of bridging the great divide between the two cultures. Recently he was expounding on how much he enjoys the queer-friendly space we create in Men In Touch events. I asked him to put some of his feelings into an article, which follows. [Kenyth and I will be co-facilitating the Easter Light Touch Retreat. ---stl]
Were I female, probably I would be called a "fag-hag." I'm no hag, but I do delight in the company of gay men. Each time I do a workshop with Sequoia I am aware all over again of how much I like being in a group the tone of which is gay. Sequoia asks me to write about why this is so. Feels a bit odd to do so, but here goes. One thing for sure: I am not writing about "gay culture in general"; I am mostly writing about the men who attend Sequoia's workshops--I hope gay culture is full of such beautiful men, but I doubt it.
I feel more myself; more of me shows up for interaction in a group of gay men. I am a veteran of more than a decade of men's groups and gatherings and I report the obvious: the world of the straight male--even in the counter culture--is often very circumscribed and restricted (you may have noticed).

 I feel safe around a group of gay men to let more of myself out.

I can be swishy and no one even notices (although I'm a rank amateur). This is only one example, many other instances happen regularly where I notice that I am revealing more of myself than I usually do. I like this.

My foibles are more tolerated--there is somewhat less of an overlay of what is "right". There is more respect for honest divergence. By virtue of coming out in this culture, most gay men know what it means to be "different," "odd," "outsider," "exile." I also know what it means, and there is a felt kinship between fellow freaks, and a shared delight in claiming our space to be different.

In a group of gay men, I can touch other men without it being a big deal. I can feel the admiration of men for my body, and admire theirs. I love my body and delight in other's love of me. I like to be appreciated, and appreciated as a sexual being. In my straight world, this almost never happens. The fear of loving one's own gender is too close. Although I know there is jealousy and competition in the gay world, the freedom that is allowed before these taint the waters is wonderful.

I feel my sexuality gets more fully honored, and that's important to me. All too often in my counter- culture straight world, we men act as if we were not sexual at all. I love being bawdy; I love sexual jokes and puns. Believe me, in politically correct, counter-culture land, such humor and lightness around sex does not happen.

I find the gay world much more saturated with sexual vibes than my world: much less repressed. I love a sexually-saturated world: sex is life! Typically, I feel much less an oddball in the gay world than in my own culture.

I also use my mind better around gay men. I feel safer: my emotional side is much more honored and accepted. When I feel safe, I think much better. My wit increases. Correspondingly, I feel my artistic and creative sides more validated in the gay world. That I consider myself an artist is not all that odd. I even rather enjoy that men can be catty toward each other. Frankly my regular world is a bit on the gray side and yours has far more colors. And, oh yes, I like wearing color in my attire and this is enjoyed by most gay men. It is not unusual for a gay man to dress as an outward expression of his personal style. This is unusual in my world.

God, it seems I have painted a paradise. All the traits which I miss in my own culture of men, I am finding with Sequoia's crowd. I know the situation is much more complex than what I write. These are some of the thoughts which come up in answer to my question of why I like being around gay men so much. So the obvious question is, Why do I stay in my own culture? I don't really know the fullness of the answer, but stay I do. I'm sure part of the answer is my network of wonderful straight male friends; in spite of the restrictions, we exchange lots of love.

The other night my partner (female) turned to me and innocently asked, "Do you ever miss making love to a man?" Given that I was thinking about this article, this was a surprise. My very first response was, "but I do." I am a man and I regularly make love with myself. And of course, she meant, other men. The question continues for me.

I am happily content in my loving of the female. I love the yoni [the Tantric term for female genitalia, corresponding to the male "lingam" -ed.] and am gladly a worshiper. But do I miss making love to another man? I love my own sexual energy, and it is so very different from that of a woman. Surely it would be most interesting and fun to experience that energy in the "close other" on a regular basis. In my scant, but important, instances of making love to another man, I loved being with his male energy full out. Allowing them to be with my male energy was much more difficult. What is that male energy which I so enjoyed. There is something about strength in here, something about directness, something about taking pleasure in a very direct and open way, something about being able to separate the pleasure from the emotional context. As different as we men are, when I come to a man the differences are far less than when I am with a woman. After years of serious effort, I conclude that my brain/emotions just work very differently from any woman I have known. I don't really know who they are and where they come from. I hate admitting this: I used to think that only I "understood" my mother, and have hence prided myself on my ability to know the female- but I don't. I can respect them, hear who they are and accept them at their word, but I cannot go behind the behavior into their inner world of motivations and nuances. I have certainly figured out that there are many, many levels of nuances for them.

So the question becomes: Do I miss making love with someone who is more like me?

Yes, I think I do. Seems like it would be easier. This may just be a hetero's effort at an escape fantasy, but so it does seem to me. Seems like I would more likely know whether or not I was being a good lover; seems like I could more easily read the non-verbal signals; seems like I could more easily trust their motivations for being sexual with me, it seems like it would be more honest and less convoluted. Yet, I have no real interest in being with men sexually. I sometimes idly think that if it gets much worse with Ann, I will drop out and be with men. But this bespeaks more how much I enjoy my friend Sequoia than it is the direction of my energy. Most likely, were I to break with Ann, I would find myself between the thighs of another woman: I do love the yoni.

I think that for me, being with a female is my easy path toward completion and becoming more deeply who I truly am. I don't feel that I had much say in this state of affairs; I just acknowledge it, and accept it. I also sometimes think/feel that the female energy is primary, that one side of the yin- yang symbol has the cosmic edge. And I think this is more of a feeling than a supported thought. And that feeling may be but a humble translation of how good it feels to be have my penis enclosed in fully accepting and welcoming yoni. Here the story becomes very particular: I've known wonderful mouths and magic hands, and nothing feels as good as being in Anmaries's puss. The incentive for loving another person, man or woman, is slight. So the answer to her question is, yes, I do miss making love to another man, and it's ok that I do. I am most grateful that I have opportunity in my life to hang out with gay men. I think both gay and straight men have much to gain from healing the gap between us. I love men and it is great to be around men who will fully accept and return that love.

My comments make it clear why I as a straight man hang out with gay men. Now the question goes to Sequoia. Why is he so interested in bringing the two groups together and why does he hang out so much with straight men?

[Sequoia responds]: I believe most males in this culture are wounded by the tyranny of hyper- masculinity. Whether straight, gay, or somewhere in between, many of us learn in early boyhood to suppress/hide/deny our softer, gentler, more nurturing side for fear of being labeled sissy, fag, or queer. So we cut ourselves off from an important part of ourselves, and severely limit the quality of our contact with one another.

Many straight men are reluctant to associate with gay men for fear of derision by their peers, or somehow "catching" being queer. And many gay men, still carrying wounds from early verbal/physical abuse, feel safer remaining in the "gay ghetto."

While some straight men may feel smugly superior in being "normal," many gay men often react to being made to feel inferior by a counter-offensive hyperbole: "we" [gays] are really superiority to "them." I internalized feelings of inferiority vis-a-vis straight guys throughout my teens. That began to heal during my 20s when I was an Air force pilot, well respected for my skills (however I still feared revealing my gay orientation). Not until I left the military and joined a men's group, where I felt completely accepted and respected (as the only gay man in the group of 10), did my own self-respect fully heal.

I now know I have some special gifts to offer my straight men friends (as Kenyth so well articulates) and that makes me feel appreciated as a man and as a gay man. I continue to value their acceptance and esteem. When Kenyth, or any other of my straight men friends, tells me he loves me, or gives me a hug or a kiss (even out in public!) that is a healing affirmation that men can love men, regardless of our sexual preferences. Kenyth observed, "There's something about you which resists all labels and truly wants to be with MEN no matter what their labels." It's true! I love men! And I have learned, much to my delight, that there are men throughout the gay-straight continuum who have the qualities I am drawn to: caring, honestly, playfulness, and open affection. I also appreciate my straight men friends because they connect me with women and children, who would otherwise be quite rare in my gay life. So I am committed to creating opportunities for men of whatever sexual orientation to meet in an atmosphere of honoring all that we have in common, and healing the fears which limit our expression of our genuine masculine affection.
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Bridging the Gap between
"Straight" and "Gay"
MITQ is happily not the only publication encouraging a healing of this wound. The following 2 articles are reprinted with permission from Man Alive! [New Mexico] about a bridge-building event last spring. –ed.
Man2Man Straight Man/Gay Man Dialogue Weekend
One Impression
by Rand B. Lee
Nice guys, good food, pretty location, low-anxiety discussions—none of the external intensity I expected, which is OK, since I brought plenty of internal intensity of my own. About 50/50 gay/straight, so first day I camped around a little with Doug Conwell, unfortunately shocking nobody; gave mini-Tarot readings to make contact with guys I was too shy to say hi to; ran into a tall perfect bearded guy I have had an intimidating crush on for months (and succeeded in telling him I was intimidated by him, though I chickened out and didn't go All the Way and spell out precisely why). It is my practice now at gatherings to go up to men I’m terrified of and tell them that to break the fixation; it works, and so far nobody has hit me. Usually the reaction I get is an unbelieving laugh (“How could anybody be intimidated by ME?”)
 
What good people these guys are, proof once again that men are not agents of the Evil Empire, though I didn’t do the sleepover and therefore cannot vouch for whatever pillow talk went on round the campfire. Second day the shit hit the fan for me. Had a choice between two scrumptious events: to get a massage by two (count ‘em, two) beefy boyos (we all formed gangs of three and took turns on the table), or to attend an emotional clearing and tell-us-your-story workshop led by sparkly bodhisattva and cantor, M. Malachi. I got hit by the biggest case of the Dreads I have had in months, pure paralysis; couldn’t do either—could only lie under a bench and wait for it all to be over. Occasionally our organizer’s dog would come over and sit on or near my face—dogs know simply everything, you know. After sessions complete was rescued from black paralysis by M. Malachi and my straight twin, who insisted on consoling me in my silence until I burst into tears. I weigh 350 pounds and was feeling pretty darn hideous, the usual stuff that comes up for me when I am in a group of men. Bless them and all the guys who showed me support and ferried me to Santa Fe and back Saturday and Sunday.
 
I still don’t know what I should have done with the intense emotions I was feeling, which included old abuse related anger. Everyone was so sweet and affable and comfortable with one another, while I felt like a skulking time bomb at a bake sale. At the 7th Annual National Conference On Men and Masculinity, the only other men’s conference I have ever attended (oh, about 20 years ago), some straight guy lay down on me while I wept and raged, which was oddly comforting. We don’t know at this time if we are going to have another such conference next year. I hope we will. I am glad I attended.

Another Impression by Timothy David Karsten
About twenty men gathered at Deva Foundation in Glorieta the weekend of May 16 and 17 to discuss their similarities and their differences. Some were straight, some gay, some “exploring possibilities.” Basically, we were all exploring who we are, full of life's lessons and learning new ones, seeking deeper understanding of ourselves and of each other, laughing, dancing, eating, hugging, crying, being boys and being men. The differences were minor; the similarities were many.
 
As a so-called "straight" man, I enjoyed the intimacy I was able to create with my gay brothers. As a man, I welcomed the stories, the questions, the inquiry, the threads that wove our tales and brought us together. The hugs were great and so was the 2-on-1 massage. I returned home, happy to rest from all of the food and conversation, happy to bask in the late sunlight and enchanted New Mexico sky.
 
I was not alone. I was with my brothers. We had come together to share some special moments, to learn and to love and appreciate more deeply our manhood, our common boundaries, our common ascent, and our quest alone and together. These men are with me today as I journey onwards and cross the bridges that life places at my feet. We are all a little less judgmental, a little more compassionate, a little more loving, a little more grateful to be who we are and to have come to the crossing of Man2Man
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