I am not sure I have already said this things here. It’s a joke and must be taken as that. Moreover I am a borderline case in autism, not on the side of normality, but on the side of extreme deprivation.. I live on the edge but not on the right edge, on the wrong edge. I worry a little that I may produce some embarassment or disturbance with what I say. But, after all, knowing the ultimate borders of our (can I say “our”, or am I “out”?) condition may be perhaps of some help, to see the limits one should not trespass. And anyhow there are oceans between us.
I have this fantasy: to stay hugged (no sex) for weeks, perhaps more, with someone, possibly a thin female (no sex), having only some time off for strict necessities, physical needs, eating, drinking some water other needs that follow eating and drinking. A female overweight might also go.
Being in the realm of fantasies and jokes, I also imagine that instead of having physicians and specialists at our disposal to prescribe antidepressants, the NHS (where this thing exists, that is Canada and Europe) should provide needy people of our assortments a team of professional huggers to help deprived autistic people.
Why females? Well, from a general perspective I love females and I think males (including myself are completely useless beings).