Jun
Objects D’Anus
Sometime in the 80’s, I remember the junior high boys laughing about reports of Richard Gere sticking gerbils up his butt. I believed it of course, but I believed everything back then. Visualizing cute little gerbils biting the inside of Gere’s butt hole freaked me out. I also wondered how they could breathe. The thought of them covered in shit didn’t come until further contemplation followed by vomit. Imagining that they probably died made me angry and birthed my overwhelming hate for Richard Gere. Coming to the realization that this was an urban legend and that Gere most likely wouldn’t have to resort to gerbils (he could probably get a small woman to willingly climb inside his asshole if he wanted), only made him somewhat tolerable. But I still had the icky image in my head and came to the conclusion that Gere was creepy and most likely had really nasty breath.
A friend used to tell stories about having to rush her boyfriend to the emergency room because she lodged a dildo up his ass and couldn’t get it out. We never tired of that story and cringed while taking shots of vodka. I believed her. I still do. I’ve stuck many a dildo up human male ass and luckily none got stuck. I do wonder how that happened. I’ve never shoved the whole dildo into an asshole. The friend’s boyfriend must have wanted to see if she could get it into his large intestine. It must have felt good (at first? throughout? until it got stuck?). She was a bit sadistic, but he was a 200 pound black man and she was maybe 150lbs, white and southern. I like to think the southern in her played a big part.
Many of my friends, mostly male but a few female, talk of the glorious dumps they have had in the past and how they wish every dump could be the same. I don’t even like to think about dumping. Being in this business I have heard about fecal joys during sex, chocolate gifts and hot carls on heaving chests. I just assume those people have no aversion to the stink or the, ugh, taste. But I like to keep an open mind and if I have to see it I want to be behind three panes of protective glass wearing a hazmat suit and a gas mask infused with lavender flowers. Then I think it could be somewhat pleasant and funny to watch.
A few years back, I dated a director in training/screenplay writer. He wrote and I cleaned it up which usually meant an entire re-write. We met up with an ex-enforcer of the mob who wanted to be the next Nicholas Pilleggi. Our strong arm employed us to write a screen play about John Wayne Gacy. He would get the funding by, I’m assuming, cutting off fingers and breaking knees. To Chicago, Gacy is one of our morbid celebrities. I know where he used to live because many boyfriends liked to drive by the old house site/grave site to show off that they grew up somewhat close to it (anywhere from 3 to 50 miles away). I have to admit I was impressed. It was only a horror movie in my head. I never saw any of the news reports or really even knew what he did. Until now. I read at least five books about this clown painting, boy torturing, psycho and had nightmares for years. I still do. Along with the books, our friendly ex-con had obtained police photos and reports of the crime scene, police excavation and Gacy tools of torture. What bothered me the most? The photo of the 18 inch dildo. It looked like it was three feet long and a foot thick. It scared me and when I saw the photos of the boys he used it on I cried. I had to drink a lot and do much needed cocaine to forget.
Nothing ever happened with the script, mostly because it was written on cocaine.
With that horror behind me, I can once again embrace my things-in-the-colon obsession. However much I like to lick assholes, finger them or dildo them, I’ve never been a fan of having my butt hole touched fingered or intruded. I get at least two requests a night on ImLive for anal even though it states in my profile that I don’t probe mine with anything. I’ll show it off and maybe touch it a little but nothing goes in. My webcam enthusiasts most likely don’t read my profile. Just seeing my boobs probably draws them in thinking with such a huge chest I must shove cucumbers in my anal cavity many times daily. I don’t even buy cucumbers.
My favorite request was to shove a 2 liter up my ass. I asked him how I was supposed to do this. And he said to oil it up. He never cautioned me to keep the cap on to prevent the open end from attaching itself to my colon wall with suction. I wondered how many shit covered Pepsi and Colt 45 bottles he had laying around his house. I refused and he whined. He asked me to use a banana and I told him I only eat those. “not even a cucumber? Please? Pretty please” No I said. “Fuck you cunt!” was his reply. I wonder if he fantasizes about being abducted by anal probing aliens?
I thought a 2 liter was impossible to shove up the rectum but I was wrong.
I read an article in Carnal Nation this morning and was able to satisfy my rectal infusion preoccupation for the rest of the year. Enjoy the links and remember to use tons of lube and keep the caps on the po(o)p bottles!



