Welcome to KISS KISS. We are a London-based magazine exploring romance in all its complexity, not the fairy tale, but the messy, lived experience. KISS KISS traces the many ways intimacy shapes our lives, challenging how we think about romance, identity, and connection. Stylish, intelligent, and unafraid to look at love with open eyes. KISS KISS moves through four movements: The Rush, The Routine, The Reckoning, and The Repair. From first-date nerves and situationships to secure intimacy, toxic patterns, and heartbreak, we trace the ways love shapes our lives today. Inside, you will find personal stories, cultural observations, and reflections on identity and desire. We explore the thrill of attraction in Scent or a Scam? The Truth About “Pheromone Perfume” (p.12), the comfort of routine in Garlic Bread is Better Than Sex (p.32), the challenges of obsession in Are We Dating… or Just Replaying? (p.40), and the subtle art of reinvention in How Dementia Changes Love (p.60). Fashion, culture, emotion, and love intersect here, reflecting how a generation fluent in the modern digital world experiences romance. This magazine doesn’t romanticise love. It documents it unapologetically, honestly, and with style. Because even in a world of fleeting moments, love is still urgent, still compelling, and still worth noticing. Kiss Kiss invites you on this journey. We hope you enjoy this first issue as much as we do.
Gracie, 24, from Southampton
How did your first time happen?
I was 15, in year 11, with my boyfriend of around one month. He'd had sex before and knew I was a virgin. It was a very common conversation topic in that first month; sex would often be brought up, always followed by "we'll do it when you're ready." But it was brought up so often that I did feel pressured. Eventually, when it happened I was thinking just to get it over and done with. We were round mine and watching a film, cuddling, and we started kissing, and then it ended in us having sex. I told him I was ready, and he made me feel safe and comfortable, but I felt as though it was definitely some sort of pressure that made me do it so soon.
Any regrets?
The next day at school, by lunchtime, I felt like half the school knew. He'd told all his friends, and naturally, I'd told mine. I don't regret it at all because I felt comfortable the whole time, and to me, that was the most important thing. But finding out it was being bragged about to a bunch of boys, that's when I sometimes wonder if it was with the right person.
How do you view it now?
Somewhere in between. Positive because I personally felt ready. Negative because the reaction afterwards made me feel quite insecure. For me, sex is such a personal, intimate moment, and having it shared with a lot of people wasn't what I wanted. It hasn't affected my relationship with sex, but doing it so young made it easy for other people to see me negatively, so my experience with boys at school changed, and I wasn't happy about it. Luckily, now I am in a relationship with someone who respects our intimacy and my body, and he wouldn't brag about it. Comparing my first to my current boyfriend has helped me appreciate how I am being treated and how I'd like to be treated.