I learned to be comfortable with and express more extravagant forms of affection when I was in my twenties in Los Angeles and became close to a number of gay men. They hugged me, kissed me on the lips, called me pet names, touched my hair, my clothes, my face. It was a happy time.

Also a lip kisser. Kiss my mom on the lips. Kissed my grandparents on the lips when they were alive.