This article is about the physically affectionate act.
A kiss is the act of pressing one’s lips against another person or an object. Cultural connotations of kissing vary widely. Depending on the culture and context, a kiss can express sentiments of love, passion, affection, respect, greeting, friendship, peace and good luck, among many others. In some situations a kiss is a ritual, formal or symbolic gesture indicating devotion, respect, or sacrament. The word came from Old English cyssan (“to kiss”), in turn from coss (“a kiss”).
By the way I got that lovely, lovely definition from Wikipedia, so who knows how accurate and factual it really is, but hey, I don’t think you need a full paragraph to know the logistics of kissing. Whether you be the kisser or the kissee, I think we can agree if there is any mystery in this vast world it’s “Why is kissing so satisfactory and magical?” That question haunts me everyday. When I’m in my bedroom being a lonely, sappy teenage girl swooning over my favorite bands or walking the streets alone as a real solitude baby punx, it occurs to me that I’d much rather be kissing someone.
“kissing, making out, smooching, snogging,” etc. Call it what you may, it’s all the same to us amorous, complex, beautiful creatures.
Story time! One particular memorable (or not-so-memorable) association our brains instantaneously make with kissing is that infamous “first kiss”. That butterfly-in-the-stomach feeling and the quivering or twitching of the limbs and the awkwardness, oh the awkwardness. My first kiss was a combination of all these things, along with the ever-so-sweet warped sound of Animal Collective playing in the back ground. “Bluish,” to be more specific. Or maybe it was “The Purple Bottle.” Well, any matter, I’m going to settle with “Bluish” as it suits the occasion better. “I’m getting loooost in your curls…” you know the rest… and one thing led to the next and then: *muah*. Not that this is quite so relevant, but the lucky vixen had curls (heheh). Although I can’t say it was his curls I was getting lost in. Oh me oh my. I think it was lack of any feeling (physically) in my body that I became lost in, so quit your dirty thoughts with that last statement.
Awkwardness, ah, the key to first kisses. I could barely move, but I slightly remember uttering a few words before the move was made. “Uh, you can, uh, do anything you want.” “Anything?” he said. Uh-oh, I knew what this meant. But how to prepare? There was no possible way to prepare; it was too late. I really wanted it to happen, but maybe not now or here or whatever other excuse I could have thought up in those few minutes. But luckily, he was as nervous as I was because he had told me he never had to deliberately do it himself. So that gave me slight relief, even if I couldn’t move my body an inch to save my life. But after a few minutes (that felt like hours), with “Bluish” still playing, I felt lucid waiting for it to happen. I could tell he was deeply contemplating how to go about doing it, but I was growing impatient and of course I had no idea how to help him make the situation less awkward. (My first kiss, remember.) So he just got closer and it happened.
It was kind of weird, to be honest; I didn’t really feel any different besides the fact a boy actually wanted to kiss me and went about making it happen and succeeded. So that is that. It wasn’t a particularly exciting first kiss, but the simpleness completed that lack of excitement. I think the best part after it had happened was being able to get up from his bed and acting as if nothing had happened when our siblings walked by (they were dating each other at the time, I know, totally weird situation). Little did they know my insides had turned to complete mush and my heart was beating five times too fast at that precise moment. As soon as my sister’s boyfriend and my soon-to-be-boyfriend (his brother) had left the room, I told my sister of the occurrence that was my first kiss. I was as giddy as a school girl and so was my sister, oh it was great. I never did tell the boy this occurred without his knowing, but I think that’s what made it so significant. Anyways I hope I didn’t put you to sleep with this ‘lil fun life experience.
Maybe this will wake you up from my ooey-gooey, lovey-dovey borefest of a story. Eeek! Eee gads! Is that what I think it is? Of course it is, my favorite make out scene of all time that just so happens to be from the beloved film, The Virgin Suicides.
Trip Fontane and Lux Lisbon getting it on in his car (eeeek!)
Ah, bless those crazy kids.
And the second best kissing scene award goes to:
This makes my lil baby punx heart melt every time, I swear.
And last but not least:
Ahhh my whole body is fuzzy just from watching this, isn’t yours?
A little kissing advice from a very sleepy baby punx:
Kiss the boys and girls and make them cry (tears of joy). Knock their socks off. Be kickass be intelligent be sexy be cute and sassy but stay aware of what you’re getting yourself into. Enjoy every second of it. Make out in bed make out on the street make out in a blanket fort on a sunday night whilst listening to some jazz. Make out at a concert during your favorite song. Make out with a pillow of morrissey’s face, if you’re into shit like that okay. Hey, just make out with anyone you damn well please.
Even make out with me. *muah* *muah*
Goodnight fellow Pulp Babes, stay out of trouble and make good decisions and always wash your hands before and after dinner! Okay Dani is taking a much-needed sleep now!