The eternal question

[desperance]

Where is your Desperate Dan cushion when you need it?

All my adult life, I have had a Desperate Dan cushion. It was a gift from my big sister when I was a young man, first moved to Newcastle (it's, um, quite large. It came in the post. Never was there such a parcel...).

I never really had a use for it, all these twenty-many years; I am not much of a cushion man. (Gendered aside: what is it, with adolescent girls and hugging cushions? I have walked accidentally into roomsful of them; and backed out again hastily, with my bewilderment unresolved.)

Right now it's cold enough that I have turned on the gas fire in my office here. Magic heat! Mac has finally stopped trying to sit actually in the flame, and is sitting a precisely measured whisker-saving matter of inches from it, absorbing all the heat it has; but he's sitting in a chaos of cables and disks and stuff, most of which have been knocked by Barry off the mantelpiece above. It can't be very comfy.

If I could find my Desperate Dan cushion, he could be enthroned in snuggly splendour, and I would finally have found its proper use...

Comments

[timill]

It's behind the sofa.

HTH :-)

[This probably means it's actually under the bed]

[papersky.livejournal.com]

I think it's breasts. It's comfortable to hug a cushion to breasts, it fits around them sort of and not too much. And when you've recently gone from being boylike to having some, it's even more comfortable not to have to deal with them for a bit. I remember hugging cushions for that when I was that age.

I hope you find yours quickly.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Among other things, if you are an adolescent girl hugging a cushion, it might help with cramps, or it might hide your newly acquired breasts, about which you still feel somewhat awkward.

[lamentables.livejournal.com]

I'm far from adolescent, but do sometimes find myself absent-mindedly hugging a cushion - it seems comforting. I do not, it should be noted, feel awkward about my breasts :-)

[(Anonymous)]

Adolescent? I'm 38, and I still do it. Cushions are cuddly. They don't bite, scratch, or kick you in the stomach. Try one. :-)

mpe

[desperance.livejournal.com]

I can't. It's cold: my lap is full of bitey, scratchey things. There is no room for a cushion, even if I could find it.

Adolescents are just my observation; as with most adolescent practices, I'm not in the least surprised to learn that some grown-ups still pursue them. I'm fascinated by the gender difference, though, because I don't believe I have ever seen a boy do this. Or indeed a man.

[(Anonymous)]

Heh. That would be a problem, yes.

I imagine the gender difference can be explained at least in part by boys' and men's justified fear of acting "soft". I don't think girls and women are inherently more tactile or prone to cuddling things. But I could be wrong, of course.

mpe

[anef.livejournal.com]

Can't say as I've ever hugged a cushion. But they're very useful for getting man-sized furniture comfortable for girls. My beloved insists on taking the cushions off the sofa before he sits on it.

[possumqueen.livejournal.com]

Gendered aside: what is it, with adolescent girls and hugging cushions?

They're soft, supportive, and asexual. It's everything we ever wanted in a man. ;D