Tell me just a bit about the people that you interviewed, who were they? You're looking at students here, young men and teenagers you go out in search of evidence that in fact heterosexual kissing can take place without any implications for this having some significance in relation to homosexuality or possible homosexuality. So it's a one way rule for this drop - for this one time rule, and it's decreasing. The opposite is not true - so an openly gay man could have sex with a woman once and nobody says 'oh well, maybe he's actually straight'. And I've taken it to apply to sexuality where I call it the one time rule of homosexuality.Īnd what this simply means is that one drop of a gay act, a behaviour that's coded as indicative of homosexuality, in the life of a heterosexual has polluted his entire heterosexual life. The one drop theory of sexuality comes from the theory of race, the one drop theory of race, in which one drop of non-white blood made one ostensibly not white. Now you say in the introduction to your fascinating paper - you say in the introduction that this heterosexual kissing acquires a great deal of significance from the one drop theory of homosexuality - tell me what that is. Sociologist Eric Anderson, Professor of Sports Studies at Winchester University, now joins me. It's co-authored by Eric Anderson, Adi Adams and Ian Rivers. Which is why I suppose I'm the ideal reader really for a new research article called I Kiss Them Because I Love Them which documents what I learn is the increasingly permissible practice of kissing between heterosexual men.
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I still can't make the right Yum Yum noises when I do that not quite touching cheek kissing so favoured by my chattering friends and - most disturbingly - still can't quite disguise the way that I do, yes I do, I slightly recoil when my friend Alan, my good friend Alan - as is his wont - insists on greeting me with a full on - lips to lips - kiss. It was a perpetual source of embarrassment - trying to stop mum kissing me in public, looking away when dad kissed mum as he set off to work, deciding the right moment to lean forward and try to kiss Pam Wilson on our second date at the Brownmoor Youth club or scrubbing away the lipstick stains left by Auntie Hilda's sink plunger kiss at Christmas. You see as a spotty teenager at the time I didn't find anything at all simple about kissing. You know, when I first heard Nellie Lutcher singing and playing that little song years ago it wasn't her wonderful swinging jazz style that attracted my attention so much as the sheer perversity of the lyric.