I found this pic over at Brown Man Thinking Hard and I found it, and his blog to be heart warming. When I look at the pic, I can’t help but to get a sense of security. Sure I’ve never hugged Barack Obama, but if I did, I can’t help but to think that I’d probably feel just like that little kid in the picture. But then again, me hugging another grown ass man and having warm fuzzy feelings might not be cool with Mrs. RiPPa.

Not just her, but society who is always lurking in the recesses of our minds says its not masculine for a man to hug another man in public, but it is to carry an unregistered gun into a nightclub. I don’t know, but maybe its cool, to hug another man behind closed doors just as long as your pastor doesn’t see it, but in public, its a no no. I can’t help but to think that this stems from a lack of affectionate interaction some boys have with their fathers.

Somehow, I think we’re conditioned to think that such displays of affection between two men isn’t masculine because of it. Come to think of it, its probably why the whole “gimme five” thing was invented. Yup, and ironically the giving of “dap” is a Black thing, or invented by a Black man. Damn! No wonder. Black men have a way of being absent in the lives of their kids. Now I have to wonder who that man was, and wonder if he had a daddy.

Not only that, but I also have to wonder if this is the reason many of our women run around looking for men to hug them. I dunno, I’m just thinking out loud as usual. The last few days I’ve been shuffling the 14yr old to the library after school to do some school projects. I have to wonder if I wasn’t around or she didn’t have a man in her life to represent a father figure…would she grow up feeling the need to hug random dudes in succession all in an attempt to find love?

What do you think?

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RiPPa is the creator, publisher, and editor-in-chief of The Intersection of Madness & Reality. As a writer, he uses his sense of humor, sarcasm, and sardonic negro wit to convey his opinion. Being the habitual line-stepper and fire-breathing liberal-progressive, whether others agree with him, isn’t his concern. He loves fried chicken, watermelon, and President Barack Obama. Yes, he's Black; yes, he's proud; and yes, he says it loud. As such, he's often misunderstood.