Mouth to Mouth
Kissing class offers lip service program designed
to put more
pizzazz in your pucker
The News Tribune (Tacoma),
February 10, 2004
Note: This is a slightly longer version of the
printed story, which was edited to save space. It was published as part
of a series called "The Wary Neophyte: an occasional feature in which
News Tribune writers attempt activities that are foreign to them."
My wife recently reminded me that when we met 30 years ago I told her
she didn’t know how to kiss. I had complained back then that she needed
to tilt her head more so our noses didn’t get in the way of our lips
coming together -- a minor problem compared to hazards posed by my many
spare parts: glasses clinking when our faces touch, hearing aids
whistling like angry teapots when she gets too close to my ears, the
constant fear of my dentures slipping loose. So when we heard about
Cherie Byrd’s all-day Kissing School Playshop in Seattle, I thought: Why
not? You’re never too old to learn. (I’m 60 and Gabi is 50.)
Byrd’s Kissing School Web site promised that we would "discover a source
that can transform the mashing of lips into a flood of electrical
connection." We were instructed to bring cushions, pads, blankets and
pillows to make our own little "love nest" on the carpeted floor.
The Kissing School Playshop is a daylong experiential workshop involving
tantric energy practices such as "grounding, centering, beginning
chakra, and balancing and running energy" designed to activate "the
bioelectrical circuitry of the bodymind and soul, and greatly enhance
the qualities of presence, passion and intimacy."
Classes are held in Seattle seven times a year on average. Byrd, the
instructor and founder, is a holistic psychotherapist specializing in
tantric, Taoist and kundalini energy.
We joined eight other couples and set up our "love nests" (Byrd also
called them "pods") around the perimeter of a large room in the Good
Shepherd Center in Wallingford. We then gathered in a circle for
introductions. Everyone told why they came. Some of the men said their
wives dragged them along. One couple said they had gotten out of the
kissing habit. Others said they hoped for more pleasure and intimacy.
Everyone was asked to come up with three words to complete the sentence:
"Kissing to me is …" They came up with terms such as luscious, loving,
wet, affirming, playful and sweet. One of the men said kissing is "a
necessary evil." He was one who said his wife had dragged him to the
workshop.
The first exercise was a foot massage, which Byrd demonstrated before
sending us back to our pods to practice on our partners. It was limited
to one foot. First Gabi massaged my foot while I relaxed and watched
Byrd dancing alone to new age music. I wasn’t supposed to watch her. I
was supposed to concentrate on my foot. She said something about not
getting distracted, not thinking about tools. But I was having a hard
time focusing. Already I was beginning to see that I was going to be a
lousy student.
After half an hour of massaging one foot, we were asked to walk around
and notice our feet. We were supposed to especially notice the
difference in energy between the foot that had been massaged and the one
that hadn’t. I couldn’t tell any difference. I guess I had not
sufficiently focused my energy.
With the next exercise, we finally got around to actually kissing. We
were supposed to do it very slowly, not kissing both lips but the lower
lip only, and not a mutual kiss but one partner giving while the other
received. Still swaying to the seductive music, Byrd said, "Gentlemen,
breathe from your woman’s heart." She talked almost nonstop while we
kissed. She reminded me of a square dance caller, only more spiritual.
Gabi said she was more like an auctioneer. Gabi also said that this
exercise, while very tender and sensual, went on way to long for her. I
was once again distracted. I kept looking at the other couples. I seemed
to be the only person in the room not concentrating on his or her
partner. All the others were looking deeply into one another’s eyes. And
I noticed that all the windows had fogged up.
At the end of each exercise we were encouraged to engaged in pillow talk
for a few minutes, and then talk to the group about our experiences.
After the upper lip kiss, one man said his partner was uncomfortable
just receiving. Her partner said, "She doesn’t like losing control but I
love it."
Byrd promised us that the next exercise was going to be fun. She also
revealed to us that she is psychic and that an angel gave her this
particular exercise. It involved one partner pouring fruit juice into
the other partner’s mouth and then licking and kissing the dribbled
juice. We wore paper towel bibs. It was a fun exercise, except during a
moment of panic when I thought I was going to drown. Laughter filled the
room.
During the lunch break we spotted the Erotic Bakery, on the corner of
45th and Sunnyside. Gabi jokingly said we should not go see what was
there, adding, "I can only take so much for one day."
After lunch we did an exercise involving handholding, hand massage, and
the kissing and licking of the hand. Next, there was an intriguing
exercise wherein we were instructed to sit facing each other with the
woman’s legs crossing over the mans, and to look deeply into each
other’s eyes – left eye to left eye and right eye to right eye – and
breathe in opposing rhythms, the man inhaling while the woman exhaled.
This exercise culminated with slow, tender and long-lasting kisses. For
once, I paid more attention to my wife than to our leader and the other
couples in the room, and we both agreed that this exercise was our
favorite and the only during which we began to feel a touch of the
closeness and transcendence the other couples seemed to be experiencing.
The mood changed abruptly as we were invited to stand up and come
together in the middle of the room. Byrd put some rock music on her CD
player and told us to stand back-to-back with our partners and move with
the music. And then we changed partners and kept rocking out. And change
again and again, until reuniting with our original partners.
Finally, and appropriately, the day ended with a hello-and-goodbye-kiss
exercise. We had to leave home in our imaginations, prance around the
room to a rock beat (representing the paces of our work day), and then
come home to "ravish your woman" with a hello kiss.
We left exhausted, satiated, and all puckered out.
Cherie Byrd holds degrees in holistic health and in East/West psychology
from Antioch University. She has facilitated playshops on sexuality,
spirituality and energetic embodiment in the Northwest and Canada for
more than 25 years. More information is available at
www.KissingSchool.com or by calling 206-324-2526.

© 2004 by Alec Clayton