I am a firm believer in hugs. I have lots of people to hug me and I value every single one I am lucky enough to receive.
As an aside, with bad stuff in my past, I prefer to initiate the first hug but once someone is huggable in my estimation they are welcome to hug me anytime.
MB - who has always enveloped me in a safe and caring hug, shielding me from the mad bad world.
Bobkat - she was the first woman in many years I have voluntarily hugged and she gives loving hugs.
cyberkitten - like MB, his hugs are a safety zone.
sleepypete - as my pseudo-adopted son, Pete's hugs are like that of a loving son.
Most everyone in the Company of Chivalry are hugging people. Some are perfunctory; a brief show of affection, some are fun and energetic; a result of an irrepressible nature, and some are just perfect.
Our Sergeant at Arms - being a big chap is an enveloping hugger, one of the people whose arms I just walk into.
My 'husband' Brambles - another big man who gives comforting hugs.
George (Brambles' real life wife) - another woman who gives warm loving hugs.
My friend and 'apprentice' 'Maud' - we enjoy sisterly hugs.
Lord Hungerford Jnr ('Maud's' real life son) - we have perfected the three-way hug; him, his mum and his 'auntie cq'.
Kate - my best girlfriend in the company; I can just walk into her motherly arms.
My friend Matt - little brother hugs; starting off comforting and safe, ending in a chest-crushing bear hug.
Finally, when things are quiet and I am in bed with my book, I get the best hugs of all - my big nervous floofy cat Charlie burrows in beside me and hugs me for as long as he can.