Kiss is more Intimating than sex.
A Month ago, I was enjoying a 8-am chat over hot cups of tea and Toblerone chocolate bars with four of my loveliest, most brilliant, wonderful English girlfriends when we started talking about the difference between f*cking and kissing.
It was a gorgeously lazy Sunday afternoon, and I felt cozy tucked into my friend Sara's Brooklyn Heights apartment. There was a light drizzle outside, so we allowed the day to melt away on the couch without the productive pressure of sunshine -- and had a very, very important conversation.
Sophie, a striking girl with shiny black hair, blue eyes the exact color of worn denim and dramatic alabaster skin, was lamenting to us that she can't seem to go out for a night on the town without salaciously locking lips on the dance floor with at least three different men.
"I don't know what's wrong with me, but I think I'm a bit of a kissing tart (a Brit way of saying “slut”)," she exclaimed, adding a liberal dollop of sugar to her tea
"Oh god, I can f*ck any Tom, Dick or Harry any day of the week, but I won't kiss just anyone," replied Sara, a lithe blonde who looked like a chic, 1996-era Kate Moss, sprawled on the couch with her legs wide open in torn jeans and bedroom hair.
"I don't know. It's hard for me to snog (kiss) someone I don't like, but it's easy for me to shag (f*ck) him, I guess. I will kiss him, but I will wretch. When I'm shagging, I can just shut my eyes and get on with it," confessed posh little Amanda, a petite, proper, private-school-educated 30-year-old trust-fund child.
"What about you, Zara? What's more intimate, shagging or kissing?" Sophie earnestly inquired, pulling out a Marlboro Light.
I was the lone American girl in this sea of English girls, but I've called London home in my early to mid 20s and was raised by a bonafide English mother.
I've cultivated an English group of girlfriends in my hometown of New York, and I unabashedly adore English girls. They tend to lack the inherent cattiness of American girls, attain the ability to make me laugh so hard that tea flies out of my nostrils and have far less hang-ups and issues than us anxious, complicated American girls (myself included).
English girls are just more real, you know? So I was hardly surprised when I was pressed with this bitingly real, blazingly honest, no-holds-barred question:
