Everyone has their favorite part of the human body. And I'm sure that statement sends most's minds in a sexual direction. Yes, there are people who have foot fetishes, and some men identify themselves as boob or booty men. However, that's not what I mean at all.
I have a bit of a hand fetish, I suppose. I will admit it is sometimes of a sexual nature, but the base of it isn't sexual at all. Have you ever paid any attention to others hands? Or even your own? I'll explain...
How often do you touch others or do others touch you? For most people, not often. Women touch more by way of hugs and soft touches during conversation. Men shake hands. Hands are, in actuality, quite personal. Touching someone with your hand or being touched by someone else's is quite intimate.
Some people have amazing skills with their hands. The artist who sculpts or paints beautiful creations. Centuries after DiVinci painted his masterpieces, it is possible to touch the very thing he touched. The chef who creates savory meals and decadant treats. "A pinch of love" in an old family recipe is the using of the one's hands carefully in the recipe. The surgeon who saves lives or offers a better quality of life. Years of practice and knowledge guide the hands that touch literally the inner most parts of a sick person. The first responder who pulls a person from a crushed car or a burning building. There is courage and strength in those hands who risk themselves for others. If you think about these few examples, their hands are a very intimate part of the end result.
I like hands. I like the way they move. I like looking at them, imagining what the hand I'm looking at has once done or will someday do. It's true, you can tell alot about people by their hands. My hands are a great metaphor of who I am. My hands are soft with a few rough spots on the inside. They have their scars to bear. My hands are strong when they need to be, but equally gentle.
As strange as it sounds, I am sometimes drawn to a person by his or her hands. Thomas has awesome hands! I love his hands. I like to look at them, touch the palms of them. I like for him to touch me with them. I like how they feel on my face, how his fingertips gently graze my hairline as he moves my hair from my face. (And yes, I like them in other ways, too, but I'm trying to keep this PG-13.) Thomas' hands are a great example. Thomas isn't a very touchy person. He keeps to himself mostly. Few people have felt that softer side, that intimate side, of his hands.
I think about other people's hands alot. At a doctor's appointment this past week, I caught myself admiring the doctor's hands. His hands weren't particularly beautiful; it was more the awe that those hands had held a beating, human heart at some point. On the other side of the spectrum, I imagine shaking hands with Gerard Way. I'd like to touch the hands that write such tragic yet poetic lyrics that drip with raw emotion, these hands that draw beautiful pictures. Sometimes, I am just attacted to the hands themselves. Mark Wahlberg has nice hands.
I like to look at my kids' hands. Caleb's hands are small and similiar to other children's his age, yet to show much individuality. His hands are full of innocence. I wonder where they will take him, what his hands will do in his life. In his hands I can see all the "idols" of the world; they all had hands like these once upon a time. The Dahli Lama, the Pope, the President of the United States, all the celebrities of the world, they all had hands like these once.
I'm sure this post will be received differently by each person who reads it. Some will find this strange. Others will find it relatable. Some might even see the metaphorical aspect of my like of hands.
I guess it doesn't matter really how others perceive my hand fetish. It is part of my individuality. I have liked hands since I was a child. I actually aspired to be a hand surgeon at one point. I just see hands as the epitome of intimacy.
Perhaps someday, I might share the more sensual side of my fascination of hands...
