The myth of the kissing booth
 

Has anyone ever seen a kissing booth first hand? You know these booths where you would pay 50 cents and get to kiss some cute girl or guy. I've seen or heard pop references to them and have a vague notion that it was a 50's thing. Did they really exists? I call b.s.

I know you dwellars will know. Google isn't helping much.

They're called whore houses

There are fetish events where these booths still happen. :)
There is even a booth for feeling with gloves. These, to the best of my knowledge, are all free aside from event admission.

Yea...kind of like a whorehouse but not.

I remember them as a kid in the mid 60's. Mostly at a local fair or carney.

Geez, you're more of an old fart than I thought!

Were they commonplace, or were they considered unusual and perhaps scandalous?

See PM.

Oooh...how exciting! My first pm from Merc. I wonder what it says!

How exciting!

Not exciting. Just another excuse for her use me as a punching bag. :D

You love it!

Only when you dress up in that black leather thingy and use a whip. :3eye:

:whip:

http://burlesqueyoga.com/calendar-shows.htm

One of the many kissing booth fundraisers....burlesque and alt. shows in your area probably have the kissing booth.

(Denver definitely does)

http://www.westword.com/2004-11-11/n...bada-boom/full

I'm more curious about the kissing booths that allegedly existed in family friendly venues like county fairs back in the day. I know there is every kind of fetish you can think of out there somewhere today, but this was apparently a more mainstream thing. I'd like to know how widespread they were, and how they were viewed at the time.

I was under the impression--though like you, glatt, only through pop culture references--that they were supposed to be pretty chaste kisses, perhaps even on-the-cheek only.

Oh so not like this?
http://www.thisnext.com/item/792009A...-Booth-Costume

lol! I want it. That's hilarious!!!
:)

when i was in elementary school, they had just stopped having one every year in the Field Day events.


or maybe that was in a movie i saw.....

The values of society shift over time.

At first, you have kissing booths at the county fair. Eventually you get glory-hole facials on the internet. It's a natural progression.

times change. we used to give baskets of flowers to our neighbors and dance the maypole on May Day, too.

and threw old shoes after people when they went away on long trips or moved.

we also got sick a lot and died by 40

and spanked you on your birthday.

sorry to see that one go, actually. :)

:lol2:

On second thought, it may have started with the pie-throwing booths.

The early facial?

Is this NSFW yet?

Not yet, not till we post some pictures.


http://www.commondreams.org/archive/...foto_small.jpg

What do you mean, "used to"? (my backyard last May)

Splode, we need to visit this May.

no kidding. I'm coming too. that's fabulous!

Elspode is the ideal man: Intelligent, thoughtful, witty, handsome, compassionate AND a pagan! AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh...

you forgot sexy! just what do you think the maypole symbolizes, anyway? ;)

sexy, yess. I guess the subliminal message of the Maypole included sexy and I was too sexed-up to imagine that I missed that particular trait of 'Spode's. I was riding up and down that magestic symbol in my mind and dreamt everyone else was, too!

My bad. :blush:

I took a Maypole....uh....stripper pole class. God it was fun!! Yow!

When I was in College in the early 70s there was an active Gay group on campus and they set up a Gay kissing booth-free.So in response some heteros set up an alternative hetero kissing booth in the same building(the Student Activity Center)-also free.I got to kiss a pretty girl I didn't know at this booth.

I'm 45 and I remember lieud seaside postcards as a kid and with the hot sun, the cockels, whelks, mussels and the whole fish and chips thing; wrapped up in salt and malt vinegar in yesterday's daily newspapers with the options of savaloy sausages and scotch eggs I did'nt know of the sexual content that English beaches availed. Yet I have been very embarrased to ask a Canadien Ski instructor recently when he mentioned a glory hole: " What's a glory hole ?" and he told me. I am very happy to remember a time gone by when sexual things were suggested and spontaneous. Today life is all too graphic.