Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Art of Hugging






“I think it’s a good time to learn hugs,” MA segued. She motioned to Vicki and Steve, to come up on stage.
MA and Steve hugged. Vicki and IAM hugged.
“Hugging is not groping,” MA said as she grabbed Steve’s ass.
“It’s not a plumbing check,” IAM said as he thrust his pelvis into Vicki.
“We have some different versions of hugs,” MA said.
They demonstrated the plumbing fear, side-to-side hug. The bear hug, which is a wrestlers hold leaving someone short of breath. The mixed message hug, which may include plumbing to plumbing, a tango dip, a tongue and a phone number.
“Here is our newest hug, the AWE aura hug.” IAM’s hand began to vibrate like a Pentecostal Minister. MA closed her eyes. “You caress the energy fields around the body.” He made an oscillating whooshing sound. “Add sound.” His vibrating hands outlined MA front, sides and back. Then, he clapped his hands at hug disengagement. “Her auras clean.” “You now have five minutes to hug as many people as you can.”
This was what everyone in the room wanted and needed.
Jules used IAM’s five words, “I find you sexually attractive,” on every one she hugged.
Ruth later said she wouldn’t mind hugging naked.
Art hugged MA, IAM, Steve, Vicki and Teresa, whom he decided he wouldn’t avoid, and his buddy Joe, who tried to slip him a tongue.
“Take a ten minute break. We have some guests coming,” Steve, the room supervisor, said.

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