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Apr 18 20:43 UTC 2002 |
OK, topic drift. I know you are all dying to know how it is done, so
I'll post the tutorial here for you guys. Here goes:
Farming Tutorial
by de J
Preface
During the Summer of 1996 the Farming Tutorial was first posted to the
Daily Dump in ten installments called parts. It was intended as a
hilariously funny essay about a most absurd but harmless prank; namely
collecting turds. It was broken into parts because at the time bianca
would gag when fed large documents, and to add to the humor by
sometimes ending a part with a small cliffhanger. While it is now all
one large document, most of its original structure has been retained.
Farming is the practice of recovering shit from a public toilet that
has been disabled in some way that prevents the significant turds from
being flushed. As you will learn; it requires time, patients,
technique, and a strong stomach.
Part 1
In order to be a successful farmer, the first problem to solve
is "where". Where do people usually shit when they are away from home?
Obviously, in most cases in a public restroom. There being plenty of
public restrooms, the question becomes "which". Here are a few
considerations: traffic, it should be fairly busy, but not so busy that
there is a queue; custodian, the presence of custodians or security
personnel does not facilitate this practice; "customers", are the
people who use the facility an agreeable ethnic mix?; gays, is the
restroom frequently filled with gays so that people who REALLY GOTTA GO
have to go elsewhere?; cleanliness, people will avoid a dirty restroom
if at all possible; toilet design, the facility Coprologist described
so picturesquely (some while back) would be quite difficult to farm;
and lastly [for now] porta-potties, don't even think about them [unless
you want to get sick]. You should be able to go about your farming
business in a most inconspicuous manner.
Part 2
As an addendum to "which" restroom to farm, it seems most successful
when there are at least two, but preferably at least three stalls.
A "stall" is the cubicle or booth [hopefully] with a door that encloses
one toilet. You will probably occupy one of the stalls and since many
people don't like to shit right next to someone else, there should be a
vacant one in the middle. If all stalls fill up and there's someone
waiting, by all means vacate the one you're in and wash your hands for
an hour if necessary till someone gets off the throne and vacates the
stall. It will need your IMMEDIATE attention.
Now that you have discovered the perfect place, the question
becomes "when". In my many years of farming I have tried and succeeded
at all hours of the day and night. Experience has shown that in the
morning between nine and eleven there are quite a few contributors ,
but the quality of the shit is unexceptional. Perhaps these people have
already dumped at home and these are the aftershocks. I have harvested
the highest quality shit from the largest number of contributors in the
afternoon between thirteen hundred and sixteen thirty. Usually, the
best day of the week is Saturday. If you are farming at a mall
[shopping center] the first Saturday after the mid-month or end of the
month payday seem best. It should be unnecessary to point out that the
best day of the year [in the USA] is the Friday after Thanksgiving! Wow!
Part 3
Now that we know where and when, the question becomes "how". Two
factors are involved: the type of institution where the restroom is
located, and the toilet design. The type of institution is an important
consideration because the thing you use for short term storage and
portability of your harvest must be appropriate for the place you are
farming. Just as one would not usually carry a briefcase to a beach
bathhouse, a shopping bag in a store where all bags must be checked or
inspected would be equally inconvenient. There are actually times when
nothing is appropriate! For these special cases you improvise the best
you can. One way that comes to mind is loose fitting pants and a large
shirt with the tails out. Yeh, just like the kids dress so they can
shoplift! Be sure to ware large briefs rather than boxers.
Since you just can't stick a fresh turd in your briefs or shopping bag,
without both making a mess and calling attention to yourself by the
odor; I suggest wrapping and bagging. Most turds can be gently wrapped
[of course after any necessary reassembly] by rolling them up in a
paper towel. I highly recommend Viva brand! That done, drop it into a
gallon sized zip-lock baggie and seal. Many turds will fit in the same
baggie. Then put the baggie into the briefcase, beachbag, gymbag,
purse, camera case, shopping bag, your briefs, toolbox, or whatever you
happen to be using.
Part 4
Toilet design is an important consideration in selecting the best
method for disabling. Suffice it to say there are many bad ways to
disable a toilet, but only a couple good ways to do the job; and even
these are not perfect. The bad ways include the risk of: overflow [too
much water in, not enough out], suspicion and attention [why won't this
damn thing flush, is the water turned off?], or simply being too
difficult or time consuming to clean out and reset the trapping
mechanism [you mean I've got to put my hand in where?]. Unless a real
emergency arises [like you overhear a policeman talking about all the
toilets being stopped up], do not abandon your trapping mechanism; even
the maintenance men who will have to fix the problem aren't stupid and
will eventually see a pattern.
What, pray tell, do we have to use? Use a plastic cup [or a pane of
glass for the new low water consumption toilet, but more on this next
time]. The cup must be sized properly for the toilet or you'll lose it
along with your catch. Never use Styrofoam! Use [extra] shatterproof
clear plastic cups of 10 to 16 oz capacity. The size needed depends on
the toilet design. Use a sharp knife to cut a few small holes in the
bottom of the cup; these allow water flow, but not turd flow. On the
larger cups, consider slitting the side to allow for a variably sized
opening of the cup and to facilitate its placement. When the toilet
water is clean, jam the cup bottom first into the toilet's outlet hole,
around the bend, out of sight, and wedged in place.
Part 5
The recent introduction of low water consumption toilets posed a
particular problem. These use a jet of high pressure water in the
bottom of the toilet bowl to rapidly start and complete the siphon and
disposal cycle. The jet is so intense [around 60 p.s.i.], that many
turds are liquefied in short order. Worse yet, the pressure might even
dislodge the strategically placed cup. Now the object becomes
protecting the turd from the high pressure jet as well as preventing it
from being flushed.
Did you know that a piece of glass is virtually invisible in water?
[Yes, on close inspection you can see the edges or maybe some bubbles
have collected on the bottom side, but most people just don't look that
closely.] A small pane of glass properly inserted in the bottom of the
toilet bowl will both protect big turds from the water jet and prevent
flushing of any but the smallest pieces and mushy shit. Since I like
the "big ones" this is just fine. Experience has shown that the pane
should be about 2 inches wide and between 6 and 8 inches long depending
on the toilet design. It must be installed lengthwise in such a way
that it fits all the way to the backside of the outlet hole [you cannot
see this part of the toilet, but rest assured it's there] and covers
the water jet.
Part 6
A day of farming includes a decision about when and where. We've
already talked about that as well as how to do it. Planning is
important, you will need your bag, exactly 7 [for luck] sheets of Viva
towels, one or two zip lock baggies, and the appropriate trapping
devices [cups or panes of glass]. You must disable all the toilets in
the restroom you plan to farm or Murphy's law will prevail. Yes, the
ones you don't disable are the ones where the hot dudes will go to
shit. And you can set your watch on that!
OK, you're there with your junk and the traps are in place, so what's
next? You wait like a hunter. Your prey will come, but you don't know
when. There will be MANY false alarms. There will be many disgusting
dumps. Yes, you WILL have to put your hand down into that mess to
remove the trap and flush the toilet. YUK!, but it goes with the
territory [I'm unharmed after doing it a million times]. Nevertheless
it's essential that each toilet be promptly cleaned after being used.
Sadly, about 90% of the shit trapped is not worth harvesting. Learn the
kind of shit you like and be more concerned about the shit than who
shat it. Frequently, it will be a hot dude, but middle aged men and
youngish boys can produce a high quality product. Remember, looks are
only skin deep, but we're dealing with something here from REAL DEEP
inside. Think about it.
Part 7
OK, your there and someone comes in and "shits down beside you". There
are a number of clues that you can use to predict the kind of deposit
being made. A quick visit and little or no wiping means they just took
a piss. Yes, many men do sit down to piss. You can expect the best
contribution if the visit lasts from three to five minutes; they don't
use a whole roll of TP to wipe their ass, and you don't hear any sounds
during the dumping process with the exception of pissing. OTOH, if you
hear a lot of farting and splashing, or heaven forbid, a sound
like "main engine ignition of the space shuttle"; you can bank on the
fact that it ain't going to be pretty. Occasionally, however, some
splashing does occur with a quality product but not very often; this is
indicative of a "big one" breaking up as it emerges. The "big ones"
slip out quietly and are already partially in the water while still
emerging from the asshole; therefore no splash will be heard.
Wow! The deposit has been made, the donor departed, and you've rushed
into the stall and see the perfect turd! Yeh, that sounds neat, but
more likely than not even the real keepers are buried under a mass of
TP, so you will have to do some digging to make the discovery. Well,
you did and you did. What next?
Part 8
There it is, the turd of your dreams, or more likely, at least
acceptable according to your standards. You fetch a sheet of Viva from
your bag, then begin the extraction process. Attempt to keep an intact
turd intact, so proceed with the extraction very carefully. As soon as
it is removed, in whole or part, give it the sniff test. As previously
described, the taste of shit is closely related to it's smell [and as
you will learn its appearance]. If it fails your test, you best flush
it. If it passes your test, carefully reassemble [if necessary], gently
wrap in the Viva towel and store in the zip lock baggie in your bag.
Then, clean the toilet and reset the trap.
How long does this go on? As long as there is traffic and you want to
continue. If it's in the afternoon much past sixteen thirty and there's
not much traffic, you're probably wasting your time. After you call it
a day, remove all your traps and walk out of the place just like you
owned it. Unless you were stupid enough to get shit smeared all over
yourself or your bag, nobody will have a clue about what you're
carrying; so don't get paranoid.
Well, it sounds like a plan. What could possibly go wrong? ... Just
about everything!
Parts 9 & 10
The "top ten" problems encountered while farming. I decided to conclude
this series at part "ten" in honor of the "perfect 10" I harvested
yesterday [which is now sometime last summer] that is now part of me.
10. You farmed all day and didn't get a damn thing. [Shit happens, just
not today].
9. The hottest dude you've ever seen was just leaving as you arrived
and before you had set any traps. [very frustrating].
8. The stud of your dreams leaves a very unremarkable deposit. [You
better flush it because it may indicate an illness or GI problem and
may make you sick [voice of experience here!]].
7. It's a beauty, but you didn't see who left it. [You keep it and,
naturally, assume it was a hot jock; this is actually not an assumption
without merit! You may find the uncertainty actually enhances the
experience in a decadent sort of way! It also demonstrates your real
love for shit.].
6. Daddies who bring in their little PK boys and girls to pee or poop.
[They all seem to take forever and leave nothing to speak of].
5. Those idiots that repeatedly flush a disabled toilet till it
overflows. [Strangely, this applies mostly to older white men, most
Hispanics [who never shit anything of value anyway and take forever to
do it!], and many Blacks. Why do they do it? Go figure!].
4. Your trap fails at the least opportune time and can become lodged
deep in the bowels of the toilet, way out of reach. [Yes, I've even had
a pane of glass break from the water jet! And of course many cups have
been lost].
3. Gays watching each other jack off, taking up stalls for hours on end
while people are waiting in line to take a dump.
2. After hearing maintenance or security personnel comment that the
toilets are fucked up, you get scared away and leave your traps and any
catch in place. [Sometimes you may get that "feeling" the "I gotta get
out of here" one and just make a run for it. Probably not a bad choice,
but your traps will be found and removed by maintenance. They'll catch
on after about the second time you do this].
1. You get caught and run off or arrested. [Say nothing, except to
suggest they are making a ridiculous allegation and you have to be
somewhere in exactly ten minutes. If arrested, this will be a
misdemeanor criminal mischief charge that will probably not be pressed].
Ref: http://sd.plushie.org/zrnet/misc/farming.html
See: http://sd.plushie.org/zrnet/misc/
For more alternative sex fun! Enjoy!
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rlejeune
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Apr 18 20:46 UTC 2002 |
Coprophilia Guide:
Exploring Coprophilia
by Bill Andriette
People have strong feelings about shit-- some of the most visceral,
most immediate feelings people have. Yet shit is almost never talked
about seriously. For most of us, the subject is as secret, as
forbidden, as homosexuality was when we were growing up. This silence
can become a burning issue for people who have or discover erotic
feelings around shit. As they explore and speak about what shit means,
the rest of us can't help but be fascinated.
IT HAS ALL the elements of sexual drama-- shattering taboos, a pungent
assault on the senses, and plenty of cozy warm wetness. Plus it
involves rectum and anus, not just organs of elimination, but- for gay
men especially-- gateways to pleasure.
So why aren't more of us into shit play?
Nausea might have something to do with it. Even the most accomplished
scat aficionados-- people who for whom smearing, wallowing in, and
swallowing excrement makes them happy as the proverbial pig-- usually
report that when they first tasted shit, they threw up.
"Oh, it was a challenge!" recalls David, who is 38 and lives in
Boston. "The first couple of times I got into mutual shit scenes, the
minute I came I went running to the bathroom and puked. During the
scene it was fine, but as soon as I came, the mentality wasn't there
anymore, and the whole thing just grossed me out."
Even experienced scat lovers can find nausea at the borders of
enjoyment. "The goal of every true shit eater is to see how much he can
eat before he barfs," contends Rob, a 38-year-old Philadelphia lawyer.
"From the standpoint of pure taste, shit is bitter," says Neal, another
Boston scat fan. "And of course you always have that odor wafting up
your nose. The quality of the experience is such that after ten or 20
seconds, there's an almost automatic gag response."
Hardly glowing testimonials for shiteating-- coprophagy , if you want
to get technical. But there's more to it, Neal insists, for those
prepared to brave this not-absolutely safe form of sexual
hijinks. "Shit has another taste, which is psychological. There is an
incredible connection that occurs when you are lying down on your back
and there is a guy who you are very excited about standing over you,
crouched down, holding his knees."
Neal continues. "He's got his anus pushed into your mouth and he starts
to defecate, he starts to push shit out of his hole. There is an
amazing psychological joining that occurs. This place-- the bowels, the
sphincter, the asshole-- has got a primeval, primitive connection to
the most fundamental things inside a man. It's so goddamn intensely
personal and sexual."
As much as from stimulating genitals, erotic pleasure comes from
playing games with our minds. Sex fools around with one's sense of
self, identity, control, and destiny. These are all issues for which
shit is a running, if submerged, theme. The polymorphously perverse
infant is pleasurably attuned to the tides of its bowels, their filling
and emptying, tension and release. As babies, we bawl for food and
defecate with blissful irresponsibility. Then civilization imposes
itself. Via the scolds and scowls of parents, the primitive joys of
shit and piss are transformed into disgust. Thus, to make a long story
short, are pleasure-seeking babies extruded into anxious, responsible,
career-minded adults.
For most people, shit emerges from behind closed bathroom doors only in
sickness or at the end of life. The shit of bedpans and Depends greases
the passage from adulthood back into infantlike dependency, and
finally, out of society entirely. We complete fleshly existence as the
excrement of worms and microbes. As much as it is the end-product of
the plants and animals we eat, shit is a symbol of demise.
With its starring role in the drama of the self's origins and ends,
it's no wonder that shit is as suffused with erotic potential as it is
smelly, and that scat lovers wax poetic and mystical about excremenL
David recalls he first ate shit as an initiate into a secret
neighborhood club of fellow 12 -year-old boys, the class of humans
drunkest on ritual and magic. "Sharing shit is one of the most secret
acts men have," relates Rob. "I've known guys who have actually thought
of it as a sacrament."
Shit play takes on religious overtones in part because, like getting
nailed to a crucifix or fasting on a pillar in the dessert, it's an
extreme and testing experience. Putting shit in one's mouth is an
attempt to resolve a paradox: how could something so intimately
connected with the body and with food be so disgusting? It's a question
as viscerally and intellectually compelling as that of God's existence
in a world where millions perish agonizingly in gas chambers and AIDS
wards. To believe in God or eat shit requires a courageous, and
potentially unjustified, leap of faith. But only the latter can lay you
low with a case of hepatitis.
As with faith, people approach shit play in steps. Cory, a 25-year-old
gay man, says that starting when he was about 15, he used to fantasize
about falling into the hands of a gang of straight toughs. "In my mind
I would have them take control over me," he tells The Guide. "They
would make me blow them, fuck me, completely dominate me, and then use
me as a toilet."
When he was 17, Cory began to play with his own turds. "I would go into
the bathroom, shit on top of the toilet seat or in a dish, and then
while masturbating, I would lick it and smell it," he says. 'The orgasm
was so intense." But afterwards came guilt. "I didn't know if it was
right or if I should be doing anything like that. I still feel that
way. I don't know why."
Cory said that he had never talked with anyone about his interest in
shit until he responded to The Guide's query for people interested in
coprophilia He has engaged in shit play with only one other man. They
connected over the phone lines, ostensibly just for vanilla sex. "We
were sixty-nining and I was licking his ass. He said, 'What do you want
me to do?' and I said, 'I want you to shit on me.' The minute I saw it
start to come out I just put my mouth on it and I let him go right in
my mouth."
Cory's fantasy had come true. "It was really thrilling having this guy
let me eat his shit," he recalls.
"I felt like it was a privilege to do it for him. And I actually chewed
it and swallowed."
Nonetheless, Cory says he remains deep in the closet about his shit
interests. His lover doesn't have a clue, Cory says, and he has no
plans to tell.
For Mike, who is 23 and lives in Shreveport, Louisiana, shit happened
only gradually. The main theme of the sex he and his older lover have
is dominance and submission, and scat developed out of their regular SM
play, with Mike taking the bottom. "I would lay in the tub and he'd
piss on me", Mike says. "Then later it got to where he'd shit on me.
He'd piss on me first, and then he'd turn around, and I'd be eating his
ass and then he'd do it."
But it was "just the other day," Mike says, that he crossed the Rubicon
and actually ate his lover's shit. "You fantasize about it, and it
sounds great until you actually do it," Mike reports. The gagging was
intense, he says. "To me the taste was bitter, and the overall feel of
it in your mouth is real thick; it's like, yechh!" Timing was part of
the problem. "When he finally did it, I was too close to coming," Mike
suggests, "otherwise it wouldn't have been such an automatically gross
thing." But gagging aside, Mike says he is fascinated about trying to
eat shit again, next time when he isn't so close to orgasm. But Mike
adds that his lover feels ambivalent about shit play, and isn't sure he
wants to do it.
WITH MORE than a few bowel movements to have passed his lips, David's
puking days are behind him. The 38-year-old Bostonian is a player in
the small but accomplished fraternity of scat. David says shit play is
his main erotic interest and activity, one that he shares with his
lover, who he met on the shit circuit. With the help of Jack's Number
Two , a Houston-based magazine that is the Baedecker of gay scatology,
David says he has no trouble finding scat buddies. "There are about 15
people in the Boston area who are listed, and I know most of them,"
David says. "From the list I've gotten together shit parties, with
about a dozen people. That's when my living room gets wall-to-wall
plasticized, we put on a couple of scat films, and just have a good
time."
David has assembled a motley crew of scat friends. One guy he knows
bakes aged turds into choco late chip cookies and makes his partners
eat them. Not just any old shit will do: it has to be excre ment
carefully aged in a jar kept in warm place, on the radiator or a sunny
windowsill. "There's one time he came over the apartment," David
recalls, "and I said, 'Well, I don't have any aged shit so let me zap
it.' So I put some in the microwave, and it stunk up the whole
building."
Another of David's pals is into infantilism, and likes to don diapers
and assume the identity of a toddler. But he has a rep for not being
able to dump on demand, the scatological equivalent of chronic limp
dick. "I knew he was coming over so I didn't flush the toilet that
morning," David recounts. "When he arrived, I just went in and grabbed
a handful and put it down his diapers and slapped him around with it.
That's how he got his rocks off."
The infantilist and scat scenes are overlapping but distinct. Neal says
he enjoys having a few beers at a bar ("It has to be a cool bar") and
just letting go. "I find it really-exciting to be in a public place and
piss or shit in my jeans," he says, "maybe because I'm breaking away
from that control society places on kids when they are toilet trained."
But throughout the experience, Neal says, his self -conception remains
resolutely that of a grown man.
Submission and domination is also a regular theme of shit play,
but "top" and "bottom" can shift places. Shitting on a partner could be
a definite turn on for a top. But being made to strip, squat, and
defecate could be a bottom's wet dream, also. Last spring, a
scandalized media brought the scatological exploits of Philadelphia
insurance executive Ed Savitz to every American living room. Did the
parochial school boys who dropped their pants to squat in Savitz's
pizza boxes savor their submission? Or with adolescent swagger did they
relish the thought of a middle-aged fag smelling and tasting their
turds? Maybe both.
"What can go on between two people gets too complex to be usefully
described by 'top' and 'bot tom,'" says Neal. Some people into scat say
that the sign of the true shit lover is that for them shit's erotic
value gets disengaged from any sadomasochist or infantilist storyline,
and just become a free -floating source of pleasure- shit for shit's
sake.
"It takes someone with a really good imagination to get into scat,"
says Rob, who has been in the scene for ten years. No one tells you how
to eroticize shit, as Soloflex ads and Ryan Idol help us to eroticize
buffed muscle-boys. In this jaded, media-drenched, era where such taboo
images as naked children or a man dying of AIDS are put to work selling
Benetton sweaters, shit is the rare item: richly symbolic but unspoken
for. Madison Avenue won't even touch shit's negative power. You'll
never see Coca Cola denigrate the competition by sponsoring billboards
showing Pepsi bottles with big turds floating in them, or Nike ads that
show Adidas sneaks smeared in dog doo. When it comes to putting shit's
latent meanings to work and forging new ones, scat lovers have the
field to themselves.
Doing Scat
An interview with Rob, a 38-year -old lawyer who lives in Philadelphia.
When did coprophilia become an interest for you?
About seven to ten years ago.
Was it something that you had thought about before then?
Well, I've always loved rimming, and when I was in law school I met a
guy in Boston and he introduced me to it.
How did you start off?
It was a master-slave scene. One night he shoved a big dildo up his
ass, pulled it out, and told me to lick it. I did, and I got sick.
Immediately?
I gagged and puked. And I felt very bad afterwards. I felt very bad
that I had not successfully done what he had asked me. So after that I
literally got down and begged him to do it to me.
The next time you had sex?
It took several more tries for him to do it.
Again you licked his dirty dildo?
Yes, and then he would shove hot dogs up his ass and make me eat them
out. And then he graduated to just plain sitting on my face.
And spitting?
Yes.
And you'd eat it?
Yes.
The first time you tasted shit you say you threw up. What about
afterwards?
Particularly when it was done with the hot dogs there was less of a gag
because there wasn't as much shit. That's how I was introduced to it
and trained.
And so as you continued eating shit, was it something that you wouldn't
find repulsive in the same way you initially did?
It really depends upon the total scene, and whether there's real amyl
nitrate available. With poppers it's easier to overcome all one's
childhood training and inhibitions, and go for the more base instincts.
What does shit taste like?
A lot like Camembert cheese. It's a rich, bitter, intense flavor.
Ideally, one doesn't eat it altogether; one savors it.
What's particularly enjoyable is literally tonguing it out of a man's
hole and enjoying it bit by bit.
Has shit play for you been mostly in the context of a top-bottom scene?
Sometimes you find mutuals. And sometimes you find just plain scat
orgies. Shit is very versatile. It makes an excellent lubrication for
fucking; it's excellent for smearing, stroking, wallow ing in, belly-
fucking. The ideal shit is one that has the consistency of wet clay. It
can be tongued, eaten, it can be easily smeared, it can be an excellent
fuck and jack-off lubricant. And it can be repacked. Harder turds are
easier to repack, though sometimes not as tasty as softer ones. I
prefer shit without a lot of corn or other undigested things in it.
How open are you in your interest in this to other gay people you know?
I'm somewhat guarded because it's an unknown how they'll respond.
What kinds of reactions have you gotten?
It depends on their interests. Some have been turned off, others have
been turned on. Most guys, even if they're into SM, are not into shit.
It takes someone with a really good imagination to get into scat even
if they're into watersports.
Looking back, is shit something you're surprised you got into? Or does
it seem of a keeping with your interest in SM?
I see it as sort of a perverse little fraternity. It's a sharing of one
of the most secret acts men have, sharing almost the forbidden essence
of man. Men essentially have three essences: sweat, shit, and cum. Two
are commonly shared and the third is not.
How do you meet other people who are into this?
There are some correspondence clubs. Sometimes you see a name on a
bathroom wall. Some people are bold enough to wear their brown hanky.
Often just by sheer chance you meet guys who see that you have no
aversion to getting your dick dirty, or they notice that when you rim
them you're literally trying to suck it out. And they get the picture
that that's what you're looking for.
As with any taboo sexual interest, it's hard for people to admit their
curiosity. But most people rim, which gets you in pretty close contact
with shit. Even if people don't talk about or do scat, I wonder how
widely shared a fascination this is.
I don't think there's a guy alive who likes the taste of a sweaty ass
who hasn't at least fanta sized about it. It's just something that we
repress, because we've been told from childhood this is something you
don't do. Shit play goes along with the idea of being a total rebel.
But on the other hand, a lot of guys who are into shit are ready in
very conformist occupations; they're accountants and actuaries.
What kinds of scenes have you taken part in lately?
I've been to a couple of scat flicks. They're amateur and usually done
on the spur of the moment. By common agreement these films are shown
only to people who are into the scene. You would not show a shit flick
to someone who you didn't know liked to eat it as well.
Pick a recent session you had. How did it unfold?
Well, one recently I had in New York. I was coming to fist a friend of
mine who I get shit videos from, and when I arrived he was busy setting
up his taping equipment. There was another guy in a suit and tie who
was watching one of his shit flicks. I sat down and he asked me if I
recycled, and I told him I did. Within minutes, a big hairy Italian ass
was staring me in the face, and I was getting a blow job with the video
camera firmly planted to get the scene.
And then you ate his shit?
Yup. There wasn't a great deal. I mean I do have my limits. These
people who talk about eight- and ten-inch turds being eaten- that's
more fantasy than reality. The body has certain natural protective
devices- "barfing brown" is one of them. The goal of every true shit
eater is to see how much he can eat before he barfs.
Do people switch roles, from top to bottom?
Oh sure.
Is that typical?
I don't know if it's typical. There are some guys who like to remain
top. I think it's more typical that a bottom wants to remain bottom
than a top wants to remain a top. I think tops, if they really enjoy
the shit, are willing to go mutual with the right guy. Bottoms
generally tend to want to be just the receiver.
And does going mutual mean just switching roles and maintaining the
basic top-bottom theme?
It can. But more often it just means two men enjoying their full bodies
and their potential. I mean, if you're into shit, you like the smell of
a ripe armpit or a raunchy crotch, the taste of sweaty nuts. It just
becomes one more activity in the total enjoyment of another man.
Among people who would never define their erotic fantasies as having
anything to do with shit, often in fact there is a negative
fascination. It's very important to them that an ass is clean before
they fuck it, or before they get fucked they want to make sure they're
douched. In other words, there's a strong need to keep shit out of the
sexual picture.
That's really a North American trait. It's really not so true in Europe
or other places. Americans have an over-fascination with hygiene. I
think that in Europe-- particularly Germany and the Netherlands-- it's
more common that there are guys who see shit as an adjunct to heavy man-
to-man play. Shit is not just a top-bottom activity. To many of us it's
an adjunct to fully sharing of another man. Think about it- you've
probably seen dozens of guys fucking, hundreds of guys masturbating.
But how many guys have ever let you see them shit? There is a
brotherhood. I mean, once you've eaten a guy's shit, there's no sense
bullshitting him around anything else. It's a unique leveler.
Ref: http://sd.plushie.org/zrnet/misc/exploringcop.html
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