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Recently, a photo of Victoria Beckham's kiss on her daughter's lips caused yet another battle of parenting styles, this time pitting non-lip parental kissing against lip smoochers. I was a little surprised by the vitriol, despite the shocked stares of strangers I've noticed when I kiss my own eight-year-old daughter on the lips. I had mistakenly assumed all parents kiss their children on the lips until the kids start pushing us away, but I was wrong.
Many parents, and even some psychology professionals, feel that lip-kissing is sexual and sends inappropriate messages to their kids. They worry it could create an assumption in children that it's okay to kiss anyone on the mouth.
Mom-of-two Andrea Traynor agrees. She has always kissed her son, 7, and daughter, 5, on the lips. "I liken kissing my kids on the lips to breastfeeding them as babies. It's an act of parental, not sexual, love from parent to child, and one that is nobody's business but ours," she asserts. "As long as my kids and I are both fine with it, it's really that simple. Frankly, I find it strange that anyone could find it remotely sexual."
"I don't care what others are doing," she explains. "I don't kiss my sons or anyone else except my husband on the lips because that's not in my comfort zone; I think it's only for sexual partners. Plus, if I'm being honest, it's mostly the germs that gross me out."
She makes a valid point. Let's face it, sometimes between food smears, goober and a failure to brush their teeth thoroughly, kissing our kids on their lips can cause the occasional inward gag. I do it anyway because the moments my daughter even wants a kiss aren't frequent and will become less so as she gets older.
As for the sexual aspect, even my husband has kissed me on the lips many times without sexual intention, so the two aren't always connected in my mind. Our daughter doesn't kiss others on the lips because we've simply explained to her that lip kisses are with her parents only and she gets it.
Yes, as a toddler, she tried to open her mouth and stick out her tongue a few times when we kissed her lips, but at that age, kids put everything in their mouths and sex has nothing to do with it. She stopped once we explained families kiss with mouths closed, and as a kid who was kissed on the lips by my own parents, I can personally attest to never having urges to make lip contact with everyone I meet. As with most physical gestures, some framework around these familial kisses bears consideration.
It's personal preference if parents kiss their children on the lips or not. In a world where consent is so important, the kids might just have final say in the matter. We can't discount the child's preferences, and some kids just don't like being kissed on the lips even if the parents are cool with it.
My dad is a career State Department official. From the age of seven my dad's job required me to live in a Muslim country in the Middle East. As a result, until we returned to the United States a little over six months ago, I had no contact with females my own age. I had never dated, and had never kissed a girl. Hell, except for adult women married to other diplomats, I had never seen a woman of any age in a costume more revealing than the head to toe burqas worn my the local women whom I was forbidden to touch or even speak to.
"Mom --, I'm afraid I'll do something stupid and embarrass my self. I've never been on a date. I've never held hands with a girl, never kissed one. Mom, I don't know what to do. I feel like a total dummy."
"Larry, the first time you kiss a girl, let her take the lead and set the pace. If you are too ardent right off the bat, you may frighten her. If that happens, you're not likely to get a second kiss."
"Oh my, Larry; that was much too timid. If you kiss Colleen like that she'll either know how inexperienced you are, or will believe that you don't really like her. Let's try again. Do keep your lips closed for the first kiss, but let it linger just a little."
I kissed mom again, trying to remember everything she had told me. My left hand was behind mom's neck as I pulled her mouth to mine. Still with closed lips, I pressed our lips together. I was careful to keep the pressure light but firm.
"Darling, for some time now your father and I have not made love. The medication he takes to control his blood pressure makes it impossible for him to get hard the way I saw you get hard while we kissed. Seeing your erection made my need so powerful that I got carried away."
I really only intended to hug mom, but somehow we were soon locked in another kiss -- a powerfully passionate kiss. As before, our tongues could not decide in which mouth they belonged and shifted rapidly from one to the other.
The kiss took on a new dimension. Mom took my right hand and pressed it to her breast. She was wearing a dark blue T-shirt with no bra beneath it. I felt the heat and firm fullness of her breast. I felt the large, stiff nipple pressing into my palm.
It wasn't until our fourth date that Colleen let me do more than kiss her, but once she made the commitment to go all the way, she was insatiable. We still date and she's talking about marriage. I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet. Time will tell.
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\u201CNot too long ago,\u201D Nora says. \u201CMy birthday was a few months ago and Olive threw me this big surprise party. At the end of the night, after everyone left and we were cleaning up, she kissed me and, well, the rest is history.\u201D
It\u2019s Nora who moves first, sliding one arm around Olive\u2019s waist, her perfume a warm, familiar haze Olive would recognize anywhere. Nora\u2019s other hand cups Olive\u2019s jaw, smiling a little as she leans in and brings their mouths together, and just like that, they\u2019re kissing.
Kissing Nora is perfect, a homecoming and a new adventure wrapped together in one, picture-perfect Christmas box. Nora holds onto Olive like she\u2019s something precious, at first. Then she deepens the kiss and the party is gone, forgotten. There\u2019s nothing but Nora\u2019s hand in Olive\u2019s hair, and the kiss, careful and desperate in equal measure. Olive\u2019s pretty sure she could spend the rest of time just like this, savoring the kiss like it\u2019s the last homemade, secret-recipe Christmas cookie.
Someone, somewhere, clears their throat, and Olive realizes all at once that they are still very much in the middle of a party, very much in public. She and Nora pull apart. Nora coughs quietly, Olive brushes an invisible speck off of her dress, her mind reeling. What had they just done? Olive\u2019s heart races with the realization that she wants nothing more to kiss Nora again, followed quickly by the fact that she can\u2019t. Her mind reels: where had that feeling come from?
\u200B\u200BOutside, the street is quiet, only a few cars still on the road. Olive turns to Nora to say something, to acknowledge that what happened inside felt nothing like a one-time, cursory kiss to prove something to an ex-girlfriend.
\u201CThat\u201D of course, refers to the kiss. For Olive, it felt life-changing, opening her eyes to feelings she\u2019d managed to ignore, or misunderstand, for the better part of ten years. Clearly her best friend not only doesn\u2019t feel the same way, but regrets it entirely.
A perfect kiss. That night had unlocked a supercut of memories of the two of them over the years, laughing and crying and fuming and everything in between. Nora had always been there, right by her side, and Olive was only just now realizing that there was no one she\u2019d rather have there. It\u2019s no wonder she\u2019d let months go by without so much as a cursory swipe on a dating app. Nora had always been enough for her, in so many ways, and now, Olive knows why. Her feelings for Nora run deeper than friendship, even best friendship.
\u201CI shouldn\u2019t have left like that, for one thing. I really am sorry about that. Lily hinted at something a few times while we were still together but I always fought her on it,\u201D Nora starts. \u201CShe thought I might have feelings for you. I never wanted to admit to myself that she might be right, because what would that mean for us? Our friendship was too important to me. But when I heard about the party, I just\u2026 wanted to see what that could be like. Once. That night, everything felt so real. And then I kissed you and I realized I might never get the chance to do it again, and I ran away instead of telling you how I felt. It turns out Lily was right. I\u2026 definitely have feelings for you.\u201D Nora looks over at Olive uncertainly, clearly every bit as anxious as Olive\u2019s felt these last few days upon her own realization.
\u201CIt wasn\u2019t fake for me either,\u201D Olive confesses. \u201CThe kiss, any of it. I was so afraid that us pretending to be together was going to be weird and ruin everything. But it just felt right,\u201D
She\u2019s still smiling when she draws Nora in close, kisses her again, softer and slower but just as perfect, just as magical as the first time, because this time it\u2019s real. No crowd of people, or mistletoe, or pretense. This one\u2019s just for them.
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Now, incredibly, she was Mrs. Saul Bates. Her hand went to her cheek where Mr. Bates had kissed her right there in public. Yes, her face was unchanged, but her inner self would never be the same. She was now transformed, a married woman, Mrs. Bates. 2ff7e9595c
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