Although I grew up in the urban metropolis of the New York City area
in northern New Jersey,
I always remembered having a fascination with the
the wide open spaces of the West
and the unique beauty of cacti. For me, my soul has always had some kind of
connection and lure to the mystique and wonders of the desert, and the cactus is its best symbol.
I honestly don't remember how the whole goofy process began
when I started kissing cacti
in my early 20's. I probably was seeking attention of some sort, and maybe I still am.
All I will say is, it has come to the point where every few months I must capture
a new photo of me kissing a cactus. ;)
People frequenlty ask me: Does it hurt? Heck yeah, it can really hurt
sometimes! I once kissed a variation of a prickly pear and had literally hundreds
of tiny thorns embedded in my lips, mustache area and forearm.
While kissing that awful prickly pear, I was also grazing
another cactus with my arm, but fortunately I had a friend
help pull out all of the thorns on my face and arm. As for cacti with longer
thorns, oh yes,
they can definitely be dangerous as well.
Over the years, many friends have sent fake photos of them posing beside a cactus,
but their lips never actually kiss it. What sissies! Be assured my lips truly touched every cacti and/or its thorns
in the photos below. I don't play around!
(Article updated in March 2010)
Two Fake Cactus Kissing Photos
|As I gained a reputation for this activity, occasionally
friends send me photos of them kissing cacti. But in almost all cases, my friends didn't actually have the guts
to kiss the cactus, lips to thorns.
Adjacent are two photos of my friends Denise (top) and Beth (second)
coming oh so close, but not actually kissing them.
NOTE: My apologies that neither image is
available in a larger size. I have no idea how I lost them.