STOP! Hugger-Time!

I don't know what it is about me that makes people, usually my mother, want to hug me. I'm very open about my disdain for physical contact with people, so why there are strangers that just wander up to me and want to wrap their arms around me I have no idea. I think there's some cosmic joke being played on me, and I really don't think it's as funny as the rest of the universe appears to. I'm not even that approachable a person, so these people need to step off already.

The Woman of Legend

I am likely never to forget the elderly woman who tried to hug-rape me. It remains still a very vivid memory, but, at the time, I held out hope that it would fade into the back of my mind and eventually just fizzle away into nothing. It wasn't long after the initial incident that I realized that forgetting Amelia just...wasn't in the cards for me. Or for anyone else who's path she would cross.

The Caregiver: Giver of Care

My first job, outside of the two days I spent as a busboy, was at a comic book store, where most desirable women dared not venture. The women who did happen to frequent the store were somewhat...overly affectionate, in what I assume was an attempt to counteract their undesirability.