Alas, the time has come, dear hearts. It is Valentine’s Day and I must bid you adieu … Over the last several weeks, I have allowed my creative udders to be milked with purposeful intent, all to remind you that a) in a world full of dysfunctional kissers, we must all go by way of doctors everywhere and “do no harm”—meaning, get onto to kissing well, dammit, and b) that it is our cosmic duty to kiss well and be on the receiving end of good kisses. That’s right, baby—it’s your birthright to be a kissing beast and, also, to … how do I put this: Love The Mouth You’re With.
Oh, possums, you must, at last, come to terms with a very important notion. If you are not enjoying the kissing you are experiencing, then you must reassess who the hell you have been receiving kisses from. (Like, for reals!) Or, for the adventurous souls out there who realize that we are all responsible for creating our own happiness, look within and ask: Am I actually kissing well? Self-exploration is the Mother of ALL Sexyness, but please don’t ponder it too long—meaning, don’t sit there and pick the emotional lint out of your navel far longer than you need to.
The reality is this: Either you are enjoying being kissed by your “amour”—or you are not. And if you are not, and there has been a lingering problem, ask yourself what you are doing with somebody with whom you do not feel truly satisfied. More importantly, ask yourself if you have communicated effectively to solve the kissing dilemma. It is 2013—we have no business not being satisfied with our lives. That said, if your attempts to spark change have failed, if the breath mints you’ve offered have been rejected, if your firm, but loving hand against the shoulder of a persistent Lizard Kisser—somebody that simply won’t relinquish his/her need to be reptilian—have failed you, the only logical word to flow past those otherwise delicious lips of yours is: NEXT!
Ponder all this as you move in and through V-Day. Thank you for all the flowers, cards, gifts and marriage proposals. (You know who you are!) I may return in May—it’s National Masturbation Month, after all and I would love to lend a hand.
Until then, I must conclude the 21 Kisses blog as you read this.
May your mouths and lips be happy and may your kisses be divine.
Keep your appetites for love whet, and your mouths just as moist.
Carry on …
XO