A kiss is just a kiss.
A much lighter note for me.
Kissing, what is it ‚and why on earth would we do such a thing.
Thanks to anthropology net for the link, and the thought.
So, for today, the question is not what do you do for your country or for the world, I know many of you are doing things for the country or the world and at this point in time and it seems almost like just going through the motions for all the good it does so lets relax some. Today we just lay off and take a breath of the fresh air, what there is left of it, and that brings us to kissing.
I don’t want an academic analysis or empirical study, plenty of people doing that , or at least more people than we need. I don’t want some kind of long evolutionary theory either.
From the earliest days of our evolution, humans have engaged in the mysterious and unpractical behaviour known as kissing. Science has a name for it — philematology, but what exactly is it? And more importantly why do we do it? Tommy Dean takes us on a light hearted look at the science of kissing.
Just give me your opinions on kissing. Why you do or do not do it, do you like it, find it repulsive, sexually stimulating, or do you find it an unecessary but expected ritual?
I fall into the “very rarely do it” category, as kissing seems more intimate to me than .…“other things”, but as those who read this blog know I am a germaphobe saddled with a clean mouth obsession, so that will come as no surprise.
How about you?
The Philosophy of kissing .
No congressman need comment, we know who you like to kiss and we don’t want to know anymore.
No kissing. Girls have cooties.
With an intimate partner (it’s been awhile; not going there), kissing is an engine of mutual bonding and pleasing. Otherwise I don’t do it. “Casual kissing” puts me off.
It almost feels “cheap”. If you don’t mean it, don’t try to fake me out with it.
Of course I was raised in the cradle of New England Puritanism, where <i>any</i> form of physical demonstration, anything beyond a handshake, just <i>is not done</i>. Hugs? Forget it. Unless you’re married, and even then, not in front of the children. I went to a family funeral some years ago. Not a sob, not a tear, not a quivering lip. And the dear departed was a well-loved bulwark of the community. My mother grabbed my hand and held on for dear life lest she show something (my father passed on years ago). Yes there are still places in America that “disdain the flesh”. Freaked my poor younger daughter right out of her shoes.
a kiss
The reason I leave this haven of hell in central Ohio for Philadelphia every chance I get.
No idea why humans kiss but I’m going to read all those links to find out.
Kissing a a strange habit only pleasurable with a chosen few.
I hear there are many people who do not kiss for the same reason as you.
I don’t mind it at all if done right with a person with whom you are chemically compatiable.
I think that is the key.
Well…
I usually kiss people that I’m intimate with. Not merely sexual intimacy — hell, kissing is in many ways, so much more of a sharing experience.
Actually, there are times when I’ve been in love, when I could simply kiss someone for hours at a time without caring who’s watching, who it may upset, or whether or not the universe ends. Those are, well, perfect moments that do indeed stop time. Sex alone rarely does that.
Kissing is an emotional expression, at its root. It’s about letting go, trust, and even sharing (yeah, more than just spit.)
You really need to work on that germ phobia. You’re missing the best parts, chica :)
I’m swamped with work, haven’t been around much so G has been posting.
I remember, in seventh grade, kissing some girl at one of those middle shool dances; it was before you moved there, which is too bad because that kiss needed to be stopped.
When it’s good it’s good, when it’s bad it’s still good, just not as good, making it ” just a kiss”.
We wait for the one that isn’t ” just a kiss”.
I do it as much as I possibly can… yes, I like it… because it leads to other things…
Kiss me, my great-great-grandmother was irish
Please, for the love of spinach, brush before kissing!!!
Don’t kiss my ass and tell me I farted … er … something like that.
Sometimes it can be just for fun. Sometimes it means something. The trick is to tell the difference. A peck on the cheek between friends can be a show of affection or mixed signals, depending on the person. A drunken tonguedance is the same way, only the stakes are higher. What it means for me always, always depends on context. To quote Batman Returns
“mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it“
“a kiss can be deadlier if you mean it“
Making out is awesome. Rehearsing for stage kisses can be tons of fun once you get beyond the awkwardness and part of that is because there’s no question as to whether or not you’re both on the same page. And yet on the other hand if it does mean something there can be fuck-all of anxiety but still that very anxiety enhances it. Makes you breathe heavily. Hearing someone breathe heavily while kissing is great. Breathing heavily yourself is even better.
It often comes less easily to me if it means something. Well, it always means something, but if it means something in the general sense that one uses the phrase “means something” it can sometimes make me hesitant. And yet sometimes its all I can do to stop myself from just going all in when I ought not, like if she’s just had Catalina dressing. Or if there are spectators.
It’s hot when girls kiss.
I had to kiss a guy once for a play and it was hilarious. I learned to always shave when in the company of females, because man, now I know how it feels. Ladies were intently watching, which in truth I loved. The play never went up so it was for naught but still the only part of that I regretted was the stubble.
Sorry for blogging in your comments section but it’s 2:30 and I’m wired
I think kisses are very important in telling someone’s story or history. I bet if you tracked every time a person kissed or was kissed in return you could learn more about a person than a vague journal-type summary of the days of their lives. Who it was with, where it was at, was it an angry or sad or funny kiss – all of these questions give clues as to a person’s journey.
Last kisses are especially poignant.
And first kisses?
I think it was said best when it was written:
<i> “The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within that surrender.”</i>
–Emil Ludwig
Kissing for it’s own sake can be fun. Let the germophobe shield down ocassionally
Kissing is the foundation for everything else, and whole body kissing can be the most erotic of all things
That said, sloppy slobbering kissers make me sick. I immediately run
Kissing is good clean fun, and it feels nice.
Quiet you fool, and kiss me…
never knew there were people who studied kissing.
in my opinion if you can’t kiss someone you shouldn’t be with them,
once in awhile, after a long day, sitting around and practicing the art of kissing
is a nice diversion.
Don’t like sloppy but I do think that it is a phernome thing and some people are just meant to kiss each other and some are not.
I can’t remember my first kiss but I always remember my last.
You can tell alot about a person by the way they kiss… and not so much by the way they do other things.
It’s very hard to hide much.
What was the question again? :)
I’m a germaphobe too, but kissing seems exempt as I love to do it and as often as possible! Snarf!
Whenever I can I do it.
Kissing is a strange practice which has more to do with intamacy than you think. Maybe the reason you don’t like it is, not because of the germs, but because of the intimacy thing.
You can find out a lot about people by the way they kiss.
oh and as for germophobia – and I know you’ve heard this before– more germs are swapped with a handshake than a kiss ^_^
Dawg: So don’t dogs.
OC: I am picturing you sitting around feeling cheap..after someone gave you a peck on the lips. I’m not very demonstratable but it is not a learned thing, half og my family is the huggy kissy type the other half are not I just picked a side and stuck with it.
G: G babe, enjoy and kisses to the one you’re kissing.
Joe: Chemicals come in to play no doubt.
Jason: I’m just picky but your kissing sounds exceptional. I hate sore throats and colds and all that other stuff which unfortunately gets caught via kissing.
ego: most os us are still waiting.
shayna: Like babies?
coyote: Irish eh? Not in the habit of kissing asses literally otherwise.
Wombat: we’ll discuss this further.
mojo: as into all the romance as you are your comment is expected…amojo comment.
Pia: sloppy most things make me sick, sloppy kissing makes me sicker still.
inde: indeed
leigh: ha ha, no because wombat will be watching and I don’t want to get him too excited.
jacob : spot on I guess.
Dan: Don’t know let me check.…
Cupie: I would expect no less from the cupie.
john: whatever.
stop sneaking on me while i am posting and I know; that is because people use public restrooms and eww.. the thought of it all does make me ill.
Catching up again… being buried under damn boxes with no laptop can do that to a bohemian… but here I am, all caught up and simply in love with what you wrote so what is there to add… although those prudish anti-nude parents are asses… and would probably have the whole bohemian lot of us arrested as nudity, frank talk about the body and the like abound and never have I thought it wrong for them, to even at this young age, see anything that is tastefully done with nudity… hell, they are both HUGE fans of my banner, Lil’ BoheMia laughing her head off and declaring she is the milk squirting counterpart to the redheaded and forever shocked “me” while Lil’ Mischief looks at them tenderly and says they are both his “Mami”… oh well…
But yeah, I digress and quite verbaliciously again… oy!
Kissing… well, seeing that only one man has been allowed to do that with me unhindered that speaks volumes about my preferences… my mother and siblings are the type who still kiss each other on the mouth and they no better that to try that with me as even light pecks on the cheek, especially when I am not crazy about someone, make me nauseous… I kissed a guy once, before Loverboy and I happened, because I was drunk and damn curious about this whole kissing thing. I was not impressed, was disgusted beyond words and nauseous for three days and I so kid you not…
Then Loverboy happened and I could just kiss that man forever… why? I need a deep emotional connection to kiss and if the physical action is connected to something deeper then it is a thing of beauty… otherwise keep those germy, slobbery, germy faces away from me dammit! Although kissing the babies is an exception to that because yeah, when you become a parent even their drolling is delish.… gross I know but it comes with the territory of having kids… “gross” that is…
And that should be “know”…
I said “germy” twice in the same sentence…
And that should be “drooling”…
And I am miffed that my double spacing where needed did not come through! And there is probably more but it’s 5 am here… perdoname.
missy bohem, take care and don’t worry a bout catching up until you are safe and sound in the good old usa.
gerny and drooling seem synonymous to me.
5 AM, gracious me.…you are worse than the wombat.
to be fair I was doing something else at 5 AM last night
Kissing is good for you because, you know, everyone who’s going to kiss someone tomorrow is still alive today.
Therefore, as long as you plan to kiss someone the next day, you’ll still alive forever.
missed coming here, nice colors and covnersation.
Great post, I’m catching up on all the posts over the last month.
Keep posting.
Thank you.
meant of change my login to read Phillip.
Wombat: i shiver to think of the possibilities.
mojo: ew that is a fatalistic view if it all. …have to think on that.
Phillip: it’s been awhile. you only have to sign in when i have the comments set that way though so if it is no sign in then you can just sign your name.