I particularly am amazed that, among a group of folks generally identified as socially inept, the number of men I can point to and say that I exchange hugs with them. Upon showing up at Baggiecon up in Winnipeg, for example, it was completely natural to get hugs from several of my fellow campers. Some of them I hadn't seen in months, if not years. The hug as welcoming gesture, however, put us right back in the same relationship, as if we had never left off.
So hugs: good. That is all.