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Can one become milchigs or fleishigs from kissing someone?

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tefillin-dateI wish I was smart enough to think of this question but it wasn’t me, someone was nice enough to send me the link to this Hashkafa.com thread about the topic. It is real enough, especially if you had just eaten something charif (halachic translation – onions transfer taste) and then kissed someone the taste may transfer, I sure as hell know garlic would transfer, but why would you kiss someone who had just eaten garlic?

They should have also asked if you could kiss someone who was fleishig if you had just eaten milchig?

The replies to the thread are pretty interesting actually…

“If one thing leads to another she will be soon enough.” (reference the innuendo of her getting meat)

“or he’s getting fish.” (oy such dirty people)

There are probably tons of halachic questions that could be asked on the topic. There could probably be a whole gemara. Like if he kissed her but there was no toungue, or maybe there was heavy petting or how long was it since the woman brushes her teeth? Lots of variations that I don’t want to get into.

  • http://myjewishlearning.com/ Tamar

    I have wondered this so many times. And what about kissing someone who’s kashrut standards aren’t as high as yours? Does it count as eating treyf if I french kiss my boyfriend after he eats a cheeseburger?

  • http://www.frumsatire.net Frum Satire

    “Does it count as eating treyf if I french kiss my boyfriend after he eats a cheeseburger?”

    I actually have wondered this when I was in college quite a few times.

  • not exactly

    I’m so confused, how does charif make bassar bechalav here?

  • http://freshwater-phil.blogspot.com Phil

    My guess would be that if you can taste it, you might have a problem.

    Simples solution is to have them down a few shooters first.

    Reminds me of the old joke about Yankel getting gonorrhea. The doc tells him to soak his weeny in hot water every night. Sure enough, Yankel’s wife walks in on him soaking it in a pot on the kitchen stove and screams “Yankel! You putting the fleishig in the milchig”.

  • Chris_B

    Yeah most of what comes to mind I wont say here…

  • Anonymous

    It’s a serious question. In college once, me and this other girl were going down on this really cute guy, the other girl had just eaten a burger from kosher delight and I was able to taste it on the guy’s eiver. I assumed it made me fleishig because I was able to taste it (but if I wasn’t able to taste it, it probably would have not made me fleishig).

  • http://www.frumsatire.net Frum Satire

    ew kosher delight is nasty

  • http://freshwater-phil.blogspot.com Phil

    I can’t imagine sharing an eiver is any better. Try getting an answer to this perplexing issue on Askmoses or maybe Yated.

  • Yochanan

    Isn’t there a rule that once something is inedible it can’t be considered “meat” , “dairy”, or “trefa”? For example if a dogs rawhide falls into a pot of mac and cheese.

  • Anon

    I once dated a non-Jewish girl who was one of those non-Jews that hung around the chabad house. Since I kept kosher, she personally chose to go out of her way to not eat treif if we were going to meet up so I wouldn’t somehow end up eating anything treif.

    Interestingly enough, she also wanted me to wear tzitzis more often. I think at that point, she was probably frummer than I was in some ways.

  • http://freshwater-phil.blogspot.com Phil

    These anon messages keep getting better. First, the “double headers” are worried about fleishigs, next the shiksa dater is worried about tasting treif secondhand.

    Are y’all for real?

  • http://www.frumsatire.net Frum Satire

    glad that someone is entertaining you

  • http://freshwater-phil.blogspot.com Phil

    The double header sounded more like a shaindy story than somthing that actually happened. Still, I would love to see the look on a rabbis face when asked that question.

  • Anon

    Fyi Phil, I didn’t even consider such a thing. She did. Are you so frum you can’t understand that some people have their own kinks, mistakes, and taivahs along the BT path? Especially for one of those mostly serious wannabe convert shiksas? Not to different from dating a non-religious Jewess IMO, except more pro-Jewish. Try judging your fellow Jew more kindly next time.

    I agree with you on the first one. The double header thing is probably bs because it’s too outrageous.

  • http://freshwater-phil.blogspot.com Phil

    Anon,

    No I guess I wasn’t looking at it that way, but I was referring mainly to the double header thing.

    Thinking back, same thing happened to one of my OTD buddies. He was living with a non Jew, couldn’t care less about kosher. His gf insisted they keep a kosher home, she wasn’t planning to convert or anything like that though.

  • http://rabbijason.com Rabbi Jason Miller

    I don’t think it’s like a peanut allergy. But I was fleish once & considered not kissing my kid on his chocolate covered cheek!

  • http://www.frumfemale.blogspot.com frum single female

    who’s the couple kissing in the picture heshy?

  • http://freshwater-phil.blogspot.com/ Phil

    eh, I hate you and this stupid blog.

  • HALACHIC MAN

    HESHY: That forum must have readers with juvinile senses of humour like you.

    I wonder if the oral kosher delight girl made a bracha on the guy she was servicing?

  • anon

    i have actually wondered the same thing myself. if i kiss a guy whos eaten non kosher does that mean i’ve tasted non kosher?? i know i shouldnt be doing it in the first place but this is my biggest weakness…

  • http://www.frumsatire.net Frum Satire

    That couple kissing is the only picture on google images that is frum and tznius – teffilin date and shaindy and frum porn sites all use that picture – its like the generic “I have a black velvet yarmulke but get it on” picture

  • A. Nuran

    Phil, don’t let the door hit you on the pooper.

  • http://freshwater-phil.blogspot.com Phil

    I guess someone must have spoofed me….

  • moshe

    I take offense at the wannabe covert comments. My mother would have been one. She’s frummer prob than most ppl. It took her a while to decide she wanted to join this racist bunch of ppl since she doesn’t look Jewish.

  • Rivka

    I once kissed a guy after he had eaten cow penis! We were both drunk, so I totally didn’t think about it then, but how gross is that?!!

  • Phil

    Since when do cow’s have penises? Must have been a tranny.

    • ghottistyx

      Bull Penis? There’s a place on St. Mark’s place in the East Village called “Kenka”, which is a Japanese-style Izakaya. For $5, you can get a bull penis. It’s all twisty. Now the real reason most of us go to this place is for the cheap beer: $3 pints, $8 pitchers–unfortunately, they only have Sapporro or Kirin Ichiban on tap, so I usually finish my night off with a more expensive Asahi or Yebisu.

      But yeah, most normal people don’t go to this place for the food. If anything, they get drunk and THEN dare each other to eat the bull penis; once in a while, someone is daring enough to do it!

      Also, we’ve seen there a bottle of sake with a poisonous rattlesnake in it. No joke; you’ve heard of tequila with a worm, but sake with poisonous rattlesnake?

  • Phil

    Ghotti,

    With that kind of menu they should have called the place “kinky”.

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  • Anonymous

    You people make me sick. Who gives a fuck what the person you are kissing ate an hour ago. If their breath smells like poo don’t kiss em. Can’t stand people who play Follow the leader. Be yourself. Eat what you like. Don’t follow some rule that’s older than Jesus’ turds

  • http://lkajsfojweojwe.com harpstern

    In the park in bulletproof pantyhose.
    It was warm and I was overwhelmingly hot.
    The runner ran around a circle and I teased him all along.
    The standard of my eyes spoke openly as my body fell into shock.
    My heart raced while looking upon the runners tight fitting spandex.
    My skirt crept higher, outside the order, he stepped in rhythm alone.
    My knees exposed, blushing profusely, I smiled and said; “hello.”
    He appeared and I suddenly felt the cool breeze of the warm summer air.
    He commented that I should wear running shoes and he would run with me where ever.
    I did what others would do and returned to my books.
    The afternoon was often spent wondering; “Should I have come along for a jog?”