I have a co-worker who reminds me of my dad. He’s naturally affectionate, and I often see him reach out to give someone a pat on the back, only to withdraw without touching them. It makes me sad. I’m no apologist for bad male behavior, and I have no patience for #notallmen, which deliberately misses the point women are making when we speak up about harassment and assault. But I find it isolating and lonely that in our culture male touch is almost always sexualized. I had the gift of a physically affectionate father and this essay is meant to honor that.