Monday, February 23, 2009
Poop Pollutes
So, there is this whole genre of porn out there that celebrates shit, literally, and relishes in the delights of consuming it. I know, kind of hard to keep the ol' trap open long enough to process the images, let alone sit with it long enough to ponder why you react a certain way to it. Now, I could not care less what people do in the privacy of their own sex lives. And I want to be able to be as free as I want with my own. However, I can't imagine a time when "enjoying" my partner's feces, or my own for that matter, would be sexy to me. I'm trying to work on why that is, and maybe I'll come up with an answer, maybe not. But it does beg the question....why, in the grand design of the human body, does the sewer in fact run through the playground? Just asking...
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You have to put it somewhere. It is typical to locate entrances and exits with-in close proximity to one another especially in situations where you have a lot of coming and going. The question I have is why would anyone leave the playground to slop through the sewer. Don’t get me wrong I have peered over the fence at the sewer. And during mild weather my curiosity might have encouraged me to hop the fence to get a closer look. But curiosity or not the bright polished shine of the playground equipment always wins out. So I say again who mucks around in the sewer when a playground is available. Whackos are who. Stop! Stop yelling at me. I have spent three days trying to convince myself that I should not judge people and there sex lives. Fuck that! If you are not a cat, dog, or cow and you are gobbling shit than you are a whack job. I am going to take a page from President Clinton’s (Bill) book and insist on a don’t ask don’t tell policy.
ReplyDeleteDitto on LDBridge's thoughts - I truly thought I was open minded and fairly liberal in sexual matters - until I read about people eating someone else's shit for pleasure. First I threw up in my mouth a bit, and then had to think about it. I, too, thought to each their own - but I was wrong. Shit goes in a diaper, the toilet, or the litterpan - not a human mouth. Some random thoughts of mine are as follows:
ReplyDeleteFrom my perspective, one of the things that separates us from the rest of the animal pack is the fact that we don't lick our own ass or eat our own feces. As for proximity of the playground and sewer, is this evidence that there is indeed a God, and he is a male? The convenience of having both entrances so near each other certainly seems like a plan created by a man (sorry to get sexist already). One doesn't have to expend much effort to get from one to the other. I don't really see anything wrong if someone wants to explore the sewage lines when they have been cleaned (with a bottle brush and clorox?) but that is personal and doesn't need to be shared online or in home videos.
The so-called sewer has been used and enjoyed by ancient Romans and Greeks, and since a majority of our current English language is derived from both, I guess their ideas deserve some merit and consideration. I think their perspective was often that of, "Any port in a storm." Ancient Rome's huge sewer system was called Cloaca Maximus, meaning great sewer. It was protected by the Goddess Cloacina (which I am going to start using as my new stage name), so there must be something to the area, no? And the scientific term for a bird "private area" is called a cloaca, and to really tell whether a bird is male or female one must actually probe inside the opening (called sexing, hmmmm), as there is only one on birds - all goes in, and comes out, the same opening. Perhaps we are evolved from birds and are a freak of evolutionary nature?
One man's playgroud is another man's sewer? Thinking of eating or wearing someone's shit has given me completely new perspective to the phrase, "Shit eating grin." For the shit eaters out there, I am sure there is a therapy session and a Facebook group waiting for your arrival. In the meanwhile I keep that predilection in the TMI category.