The Information on Osculation: A Brief Kisstory

Millions of years ago one caveman told another, “Put your mouth on my mouth. I bet it will feel totally good.” and kissing was born. Ever since that day, the origin and rules of kissing have been debated fiercely by history’s greatest minds. Today I plan on becoming one of those minds by attempting to help you navigate the logistical catacombs behind mouth-to-mouth contact. Together we’ll decipher kissing’s deepest mysteries and establish a basis for all of your future pecks, smooches, and snoggings. To begin, it should be established that the thing I just said about cavemen was entirely made-up. The most commonly accepted theory is that kissing evolved from the practice of family members passing chewed food into babies by mouth and became a way for families and tribes to greet each other. I know, gross.

But most of us grow up kissing our family members until society tells us to tone it down. Historically, there have been a lot of conflicting rules about kissing your dad in general, but especially on the lips. I literally think about it every day, sometimes late at night when I’m alone. Ancient texts, like the Bible, are always having sons kiss fathers passionately but things aren’t quite so simple anymore. These days you can only kiss dad-mouth for a set number of years until it’s suddenly frowned upon. I remember the last time I kissed my father on the mouth clearly, mainly because he had a mustache. That’s a sensation that finds a deep crease inside the memory part of your brain and sets itself up to live forever.

But, while the etiquette is debatable, something changes in you once you’ve kissed romantically. The first time I stuck my tongue into another person’s mouth something inside me changed forever. While the term “French-kiss” is usually attributed to early 20th century France’s reputation of being more sexually progressive than the rest of Europe, there are conflicting theories that predate it. In fact, one such theory claims the term actually came from a previously held belief that there was a pathway off the esophagus directly above the heart that, if stimulated, would create a permanent feeling of love and adoration. This idea, developed by 16th century French doctors, was also applied to the intestinal track’s appendix. While we don’t have any evidence to back this up (and may have even made it up), I did make a drawing illustrating it.

So when you’re in your late teens and your uncle plants one on your mouth after you haven’t seen him in two years, your mind sort of doesn’t know what to do with that information. When that happened to me, my brain sent me messages to laugh, cry, respect his bold move, feel ashamed, kill myself, become very upset, and still love him simultaneously. Looking over to my father for comfort, I found none. His eyes were as dead as I was to him as a son in that darkest of familial moments. Nobody knew what to say to each other during the car ride to Old Country Buffet. We sat in the kind of silence where you could hear the the tires moving from one slab of concrete to another.

In hindsight it probably wasn’t as big of a deal as we all made it out to be. That side of my family was, by and large, unapologetically affectionate. I have seen them kiss dead bodies; not for some twisted gratification but as a way to show their affection for the person and say goodbye. When I really think about it I suppose it isn’t really all that bizarre when you take out some of the social taboos. If someone I knew, that genuinely cared about me, kissed me right on the mouth, I’d probably react as if I had been licked on the mouth by a dog. I would recoil in horror but laugh and generally feel pretty alright about the experience. Maybe our days would be more enjoyable if we were more impulsively affectionate with the people we love.

But, in adulthood, kissing is almost strictly a romantic affair. It’s no secret that I’m an above average kisser. It was my saving grace in high school because I drove a minivan and looked like I was starving to death. So the second someone told me I was a good kisser, I immediately told everyone else I knew. But, as it turns out, telling people yourself isn’t very confidence-inspiring so one year of my college life was spent making out but not having much sex. I was planting the seed and practicing my technique like some sad, olympic athlete training for an event that doesn’t exist. As I got older, I noticed that the concept of making out was being dubbed sort of silly and it stopped coming up so much.

KISSandMAKEOUT_0001Over the summer I made out with a complete stranger for the first time in my entire life. I had been drinking gently all day with friends and it began to crescendo at a club in Brooklyn. It was the kind of place where you could go out on the roof to look at the cityscape skyline and reflect if only you weren’t so very drunk. I still managed to attempt it with mixed success but the music eventually changed from smooth jams to electronic mayhem and my mind became hazy with alcohol. Before long I had a charming encounter with a young lady trying to avoid the advances of another male. We joked briefly and, before long, I was sucking face with a woman I had never met before. A pretty face that knew it’s way around a joke had attached itself to me for reasons I still do not entirely comprehend. But I had a great time and genuinely liked her. While her technique was superb, I remained painfully aware that I was in a very public place. No matter how much more I drank I couldn’t shake the feeling that our kissing didn’t look nearly as good to the outsider as it felt to us.

When I was six the same thing happened to me only it was a wedding and I only got kissed on the cheek. I thought I loved that girl for about week, I even told my mom about her. It’s strange how a similar event over twenty years later has a very different feeling. Everyone thought it was adorable when I was six but I bet nobody thinks that when two forty-six year olds are eating each other’s faces off outside of an Applebee’s bathroom. Well, I say shame on all of us for judging them and urge us all to try and envision the innocent children that they used to be. Imagine them making out as seven-year-olds and see how you feel.

Oh, whoa… wait. Do not do that.


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30 Responses to The Information on Osculation: A Brief Kisstory

  1. Le Clown says:

    Funny Posky,
    You had me at “swapping saliva”.
    Le Clown

  2. prenin says:

    Yeah and life is even more complicated now we see so many same-sex couples making out! :)

    ‘Guys Get A Room!’ Has definitely entered the lexicon of responses… :)

    Still: I must admit I haven’t been kissed in a couple of years and NEVER by a woman I was attracted to in the past eighteen! :)

    Guess I’m past it… ;)

    God Bless!


  3. vino4 says:

    Really great post. I never put that much thought into it, but everything you said is true. Bravo!

  4. Soul Walker says:

    Mr. Posky,

    Ahh the French…

    -Soul Walker

  5. G says:

    Great Job.. ..But I’m gonna plant one on you the next time I see ya, DAD

  6. That tongue has birds. Wow…

  7. Wow. Great post. I’m still pondering the pleasure tube.

  8. This is going to sound patronizing, but I’ve always wondered how kissing started. What a crazy idea! Do they kiss in China the same way we do here or is there something different? And who was the fist person to eat a snail. Ick. I hate the term “snog.” I’m a big anglophile from way back but I can’t abide by that. That first kiss with someone is like a snowflake. No two alike.

  9. emisformaker says:

    Chimps use kissing extensively in their social interactions.
    Humans seem to like getting bunged up about things that don’t matter.

  10. rarasaur says:

    This was awesomely fun. :) And now I’m off to read about snogging chimps…

  11. I find it sad that kissing has seemed to lost its importance in this crazy, fast paced world. It seems to have lost its meaning, its spark. (Dear Heavens, i sound old!)

  12. H. Stern says:

    With my close friends, I make them recline (couch, floor, I’m not picky), and I climb on top of them and put my head over their heart because I have boundary issues. I don’t, generally speaking, do this in public, but the night is young so I’ll let you know.

    Also, I’m from Brooklyn, what borough are you in?

  13. Sharona Zee says:

    I loved every word and picture, and even though I know you’re right (about the on-lookers subjected to my mid-life PDA), I’m totally doing it next chance I get. (kissing a stranger in public) (maybe tomorrow)

  14. This is so honest & well-written. I really enjoyed reading it, & found the line, “Maybe our days would be more enjoyable if we were more impulsively affectionate with the people we love” to be so beautiful. I had to quote you on Twitter. Thanks for the good read!

  15. myriorama says:

    ‘All the kisses shared, all the kisses given, received and reciprocated, are a self-regulating balance of lip finding lip, lip touching skin, tongue tasting tongue. And the surprising hardness of teeth against tongue. It’s where the outside of ourselves meets the inside, and essences are mixed. We digest and eat each other with gentle nibbles or greedy cannibalistic bites. It is a consumption, an endless satiation which, through being the prelude to greater satiation, is never truly sated. It fills up our hearts, it overwhelms our heads, but we are never replete. It’s a cup that replenishes itself, and the liquid inside, scented and warmed, it’s something I remember drinking long ago, only now it is richer, smoother, headier, more potent.’

    I know it’s an unforgivable sin to quote yourself, but this post is great and I wanted to repay it with something, and er, look what came to hand – an excerpt from me on kissing (writing as someone not far off age forty-six) at

  16. Dan says:

    well written :) had me walking through a few memories of my own! haha

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