My mother ruined that word for me when I was 4-5, thinking it'd be smart to compare a steamy make-out scene on tv one night to "what we're supposed to be doing." She's always had a weird, non-sexual obsession with her kids' bodies, with frequent focus on our mouths, and would say she "wants to taste our lips", or would settle for a drink from one of our glasses, because she "likes the taste..." I still seem to cringe about it to this day. Even as a young child, that shit just felt weird.