i voted for the last option. i never have, but i can't say that i never will. what if i feel something down there and want to see what it is?_______i love poop.
Honestly, I have looked at my own butthole, but it has been for medical purposes only. I don't have a butthole fetish. I just had a really itchy rash. _______"...you guys are missing the genius of Turdgutson's idea. We should certainly not be shitting in the sink, but why not invent a Toilet Disposal? Your tampon, giant turd, or some hooker's hand won't flush? Just flip a switch!" - SamDamnit
I looked at my own butthole out of idle curiosity at the age of probably ten or so. I had looked at most other parts of my body; face, hands, feet, weenie, etc., so why not my butthole? I went in my sister's bedroom where there was a floor length mirror, lowered my pants, spread my cheeks and glanced over my shoulder. It was not spectacular looking but it was mine and I thought I deserved a peek. I do not have an anal fetish, that I am aware of, but I had to know what it looked like.
I would have much preferred to have looked at the butthole of the girl next door but had strong doubts as to her receptiveness of such an idea, If I had asked for a viewing, and been permitted, I feel that I would have spent more time looking at that other opening that we guys, even at an early age, so cherish. At the age of ten I already knew that women had "double barrels.
My creased opening has been viewed many times in the ensuing years, luckily only by medical professionals. As my cheeks have grown more massive with the passage of time I suppose I shall leave it that way.
_______Eat chilies and feel the burn!!
Chief, you so do not sux. I love you.
I got a good look at my butt and "area" after giving birth to Thing One. After being re-hospitalized due to a fourth-degree episiotomy, I grew curious.
I am no longer curious.
Nor will I most likely ever be curious again.
_______.....hugging bunnies since 1969 www.daphneszoo.com
I looked after my pilonidal surgery. Not only did I lose my curiosity, but also my lunch.
I work with a few buttholes. Does that count?
I looked at it once because I thought I had a hemorrhoid, and that one look was enough for me.
I'd be more curious about HOW people looked at their own buttholes. Did they use mirrors, or are some people limber enough to put their heads that far between their legs?
Just wondering.
A buddy of mine used his webcam. Fortunately, he was not on a I.M. service at the time. That view would have destroyed the eyes and mind of anyone watching. _______You have the right to remain Silent but Deadly....
Thanks Daphne...I needed that. PD..don't feel bad...if I had to look at your butthole I'm sure I would toss my waffle also. On a happy note this site is visited by a lot of people with beautiful assholes according to the poll results so far.
I looked at my butthole when I was six or so, just because I'd never seen it before and I figured, "what the hell". Since that time, I cannot say I've looked at it since, nor can I think of a reason that I would look at it.
Like Daphne, I've looked at my snatch a couple of times. Looking at one after the birth of a baby... Probably wouldn't want to look at one again. _______Well, you don't actually blow on it. That's just an expression.
I never look at my ringpiece. The body is designed in such a way that your asshole is possibly the only part that deliberately can`t be seen.
So don`t even try to look at the fucker - it`s not meant to be done!
Many years ago I was having bloody stools; I went to a doctor, and she looked at my anus and found no obvious source of the blood. Unfortunately (and rarely for me) it had been a couple of days since my last poop, so the anus had had time to heal. She gave me some topical medicine (something like Anusol) and told me to take a hand mirror and watch the next time I had a hard poop to see if I could tell where the problem was. I did; saw that hard turd coming out and a tiny split in my anus where the blood was oozing forth. Since it was visible, I could apply the medicine right to the cut, which I did after wiping; the problem went away promptly (had I been unable to see that wound, I would have had to go back to the doctor). Since then I have used a mirror again if the problem recurred, which has fortunately been very rare. I have no problem with seeing my anus; it is a normal and valued part of me.
I look at mine about twice a year just to check for moles in that area (as I do for the rest of my body as well) Anyway, my butthole is nothing out of the ordinary. It looks very similar to my wifes, except hers is just a tad smoother and looks a little smaller.
Turdfan is correct. Our buttholes should be looked at once or twice a year to insure that no anomaly exists. I don't know if you can get melanoma of the pucker or not but why take a chance....so with a well placed mirror or two, or the loving administrations of a significant other or, in extreme cases, a friendly stranger's caring gaze, get those buttholes checked!
That's just gross. I wouldn't look unless for some of the reasons stated above.
I check my anus regularly with the aid of a mirror. Its just nice to know its still there.
I look at mine a few times a year. I can't say it's gorgeous, but it isn't disgusting either. I had a mole form near it and had to have it removed. My doctor noticed it when it started changing colors and sizes and waving at her when she checked me. I can't figure why she remembered my ass so well but anywhoodles, she removed it. Now I check regularly for any issues. Last thing I want to be remembered for is being the girl that died of ass cancer.
Mine's hard to see... so hairy back there!
About 18 years ago, my wife was digging in a garden below our bedroom window. I thought this would be an ideal opportunity to chuck a browneye at her (American= Moon her). Instead of being shocked or grossed out, she merely said "You haven't wiped properly..."
Obviously my next move was toward a mirror.
She was not kidding. Ever since then I have been much more diligent with the wiping, and have never mooned her again.
Did you chuck her another moon after you cleaned up? She's a keeper.
Whenever I stick my head up my ass, and people tell me its up there most the time.
I looked b/c I had a cut and I wanted to make sure it was healing and I wasn't goingto get an infection...I probably should have voted in medical purposes..._______I will never shit somewhere that only has that horrible, scratchy brand of toilet paper. That stuff sucks!
I'm just curious GPT. How did you cut your bung hole. Were you sliding down an old wooden bannister naked? If so that would be a good front page story.
Well PD.....Now you have done it.......The only sport I engage in is naked banister sliding. Now, out of fear of losing one or both of the old family jewels, I shall have to give that up. I never realized that my sliding could be just as dangerous as shitting in a badgers den.
Chief, if you don't live life on the edge, you're not living. I personally enjoy wrapping myself around a greasy frayed crane cable and sliding down about 60 feet. It toughens up the body.
You are right PD Life will retain its spice if we do not become complacent in out dotage. So.........Tommorow I plan on going to the local zoo and entering the grizzly bear enclosure with a bottle of turpentine and a handful of rough corncobs. I shall humiliate these giant carnivores in front of all the other animals, and show them who is the dominant species, by sticking turpentine soaked cobs up their assholes.
Chief, you might want to stay away from the one named Trevor. He actually enjoys it.
What a humbling experience. Trevor's insatiable ass gobbled all my corncobs.
PD...are you back to wearing your furry suit and calling yourself "Trevor" again? Goddamn it, you MUST stay on your medication, buddy...the doctors' do, on occasion, know what they are doing. _______ The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.
Ssshhh, quiet Bilge, the Chief just went back to the produce stand.
Oh, right, Indian Corn is in season, I know its your favorite. But get back on the meds afterwords, ok? I'm concerned for your welfare._______ The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.
If either one of you are interested, I'm in the chat room.....
Awww, hell...I posted and bailed before I saw your post, Daph, sorry. Miss ya. _______ The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.
Next time I'll ask earlier. It didn't occur to me to use chat until I saw how many peoples were on.
I wish we could have that "occupied" box back with this particular chat room.
Funniest derail ever! _______Well, you don't actually blow on it. That's just an expression.
Yes. And it was interesting to see Prarie in chat after this. Suspicious tufts of husks were stuck to his feet, and he kept humming "Dumdumdum, greeeeeen giant" over and over again.
Funny you should mention that Daphne. I once attended a Halloween party as the Jolly Green Giant. I just can't remember when, or where....or if it was Halloween.
Daph, you can guess what he dressed up as his sidekick, "Li'l Sprout"... _______ The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.
One thing about buttholes - they have a tendacy to speak up at the wrong times. So be careful when you're face to face with them.
i always do. i have to admit, i sometimes get naked and look in the mirror and shave EVERYWHERE. especially my butt. but i love my butt. ahh, i can smell my farts now.
PD, I explained it in my Ask Poopreport, butt to blood something, but for all sakes and purposes here is a shortened version: I was in the shower, and I dropped the shampoo bottle. as i reached down to get it, i sat on the pin thing that you pull up to turn the shower on. Ow. Maybe I will submit it, with all the details. I'll get to work right now._______I will never shit somewhere that only has that horrible, scratchy brand of toilet paper. That stuff sucks!
Damn, all these years I thought that was the proper way to pull and push that pin.
PD, I love your comments._______I will never shit somewhere that only has that horrible, scratchy brand of toilet paper. That stuff sucks!
I can't believe I haven't read this thread yet, I helped inspire the naked banister sliding and funny comments that followed. A random question, can Goof Off stain remover get you high, b/c I was trying to get ink out of a carpet, did not ventilate very well, and feel a bit wierd. A lot wierd. I need to go lay down outside..._______I will never shit somewhere that only has that horrible, scratchy brand of toilet paper. That stuff sucks!
Does that make all of the ladies here "Brown Eyed Girls"? (Hey where did we go, Days when the rains came...) _______You have the right to remain Silent but Deadly....
GPT.......Your comment on 08.13.08 has brought a question to my mind. You asked if breathing Goof Off fumes could get you high. Did you ever notice that all the products you buy to remove mold and mildew say "use in a well ventilated area"?
Well.......pardon me for making an observation but the manufacturers should be told that if it were a well ventilated area there would be no mold or mildew.
Very good point, CT. I was using in in a bathroom that had no windows (or ventilation sysytem, exceptforopening the dorr way on the other end of the room. But, I don't have to worry about that, I don't work there anymore. :D PS: Who in their right mind would have a CARPETED bathroom? That's a recipe for diaster (in the form of old piss fumes killing anyone who walked in)_______I will never shit somewhere that only has that horrible, scratchy brand of toilet paper. That stuff sucks!
One of the shortcomings of the male standing piss is that the old weenie is hard to aim at times. After a vigorous bout of boinking, in days gone by, I have actually produced two streams of pee. One on the floor on each side of the commode.
Who hasn't peeked back there at least once in their lives? After a satisfying poop with the unfortunate side effect of needing extensive paperwork after the fact, I might check to make sure I don't have any lingering shreds of paper hanging around. This is not so true for the Good Morning Poop which is followed immediately by a shower, but others, for example the Mid-Afternoon Poop or the After Dinner Poop may require a post-purge inspection. The anus is just another anatomical feature that deserves the attentions of its owner just like any other part. The technique is simple: stand facing away from the mirror, grab a cheek and turn your neck around to visualize the bung; and then pick off any offending paper with the free hand. I will say that the female anus is a thing of beauty when not everted by hemorrhoids. Kind of looks like an asterix with many arms and a light dusting of hair on either side: how cute! Twinkle, twinkle, little star! When a girl has an orgasm, her anus winks at you several times as if to say: "job well done" ! ----Captain Craptastic!!!
Captain Craptastic........I was reduced to tears by the poetic tribute you made to the female butthole. I posted this on another thread but it is worth repeating.
When I was a lad of about sixteen I visited a coochie show hosted by a traveling carnival. It was held in a tent that proclaimed "Girls, Girls, Girls.....Must be 18 to Enter", of course the audience consisted mostly of 16 and 17 year-old guys.
The first "girl" was a middle aged woman who, after divesting herself of all clothing, dropped to all fours, faced away from her young audience, and proceeded to wink her asshole at us. We stomped, we cheered, we whistled,we hooted with glee, we were overcome with desire, desire to ultimately see an asshole that was not surrounded by gray hair, but until that future day this was, indeed sexual bliss. We all went home that night and wanked away to the beautiful memory of it.
Ah, an old wrinkly ring with grey thigh-lashes. Still a sight to behold at that age.
If we had all died in car crashes that night we would have gone happily, our lives were complete!!
And I'm sure the crash would have been attributed to your hands being on the wrong stick shift.
A few of us ended up with severe burns on our hands. I fell in love that night for the first time. I carried a picture of my hand in my wallet for years.
I looked at it because it was burning after a bout with some taco bell end products. Hairy and raw red... yuckoPDB
I was just looking for decorative toilet seats. But this is much better. almost never so entertained by butt & poop talk. I hope this thread picks up again.
Li'l Sprout. Grey thigh lashes. I love it. I hate it that I don't see posts after mine for months. I need a computer._______...And their flesh like dung. Zeph. 1:17
...after the surgery, I no longer have a poop chute to look at. I get to look at the stoma on my stomach pretty regularly, but its just not the same...*sigh*
BM welcome back!! I was worried about you. You doin' ok after surgery? Merry Christmas my Aussie friend.
Hey, thanks, pd! Now I'm recovering OK, I'll have to visit this site more regularly. So far, I've had 2 CT scans (one about 6 weeks after the surgery, and the other at 6 months)and both are showing no signs of cancer cells. I gotta say, uncontrolled pooping into a stick-on bag sucks a bit, but its a whole lot better than being dead!
Great news to hear you're doing well! Hang in there my friend. By the way you might want to check out a recent thread "The good samaritan turns". It involves shit in plastic bags also.
Welcome back Blind Mullet. You told us months ago about your upcoming surgery so you have been in my thoughts and prayers, I feel you have also been in the thoughts and prayers of many on this site.
Aussies are purported to be tough and rugged so I knew you would beat the big "C". Continue with your recovery and by all means resume continue making the comments on PR that entertained us all.
I have heard of the healing power of Jewish penicillin, AKA chicken soup, so I must assume that since an emu looks something like a giant chicken the healing powers of a good emu soup are unparalleled. Once again, welcome back.
Chief, I would think that they already know judging by the abundance of Kentucky Fried Emu franchises in Australia.
That would explain the size of the drumstick in my snack pack the last time I was in Alice Springs.
A week or so ago, after pooping, I noticed a sore feeling while wiping. It happened again the next time, and it wasn't going away. I tried looking back there with a mirror, but couldn't see anything. While in the shower I felt around very carefully to locate the source of the soreness; it appeared to be just above the anus, at the little ridge of the tailbone. To avoid a doctor trip, I used my digital camera and, seated on the toilet for maximum spreadage, took several shots. Luckily (because shooting blind gave me several shots of my bare back but nothing to the purpose) I got a couple of clear pictures of that part of my crack. There was a pink area, obviously somewhat inflamed, running right up an inch or so of my cleft, and within that area two small red places that looked raw. With that information, I applied some medicines and hoped for the best. By two days later (taking more pictures) I saw that the red raw areas were gone, though the pink remained, but smaller. Yesterday I took some more pictures, and the one that got the right place showed that the pink area is gone now, too. Just healthy skin, normal color, and no soreness. Technology--the wonder!
Wonderful and innovative use of technology MSG. I do things the old fashioned way and ask my wife to take a peek if I have discomfort in that area. We have been together long enough that we have no secrets between us and are more than willing to help each other. After all, isn't there something to that effect in marriage vows?
I still can't believe the number of people who think their asshole is a thing of beauty. medical reasons only here._______Earth, insane asylum for the universe.
Nothing pretty back there. At least, I assume.
My ass looks like a Van Gogh still life, grapes, mushrooms, some unidentifiable weeds, daisies, buttercups and a lily. Actually, I think that lily might be a partial pelt of some dead road kill I used to wipe with in a desperate emergency. _______ The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.
It is like the Bermuda Triangle of food. I know it is there, I do not need to go there and test it out. Food enters into the body and then disappears out the physiologocal Bermuda Triangle.
Christ on the cross! I have a great ass, but I must admit, I have never parted it and looked. I prefer to admire it in swimsuits and jeans and whatnot.
Like Bilgepump, I think my bum is a work of art and by the grace of god I was blessed with an ass that turns heads. I think if I gave the crack a gander, it would scar me for life and maybe even diminish the fondness I have for my backside.
Poopsy.....Butts in swimsuits, jeans and whatnot can be wonderful and a true joy for us guys to peruse, but, I read once that you don't really and truly know your lover until you have looked at their starfish. I would think that idle curiosity, if nothing else, would make most people want to take a peek at their butthole.
I looked at mine the first time out of curiosity but, after having looked at a few female hiney-holes with lust, I needed to know how mine compared. I only look at it now for medical reasons or to assure myself that it is still there.
Like the genitals or any other sensual parts of the human body, the anus follows a basic common design but is as individual as the person it belongs to. Whether one is looking at the eyes or the anus, some are more attractive to look at than others, so one can't really look upon the ringpiece as a purely functional item. The Chief is spot on when he says that you don't really and truly know your lover until you have looked at their starfish, but one also has to find beauty in it. After all, even if bumfun isn't on the agenda, cunnilingus, doggy-style sex, or even just massage will all give a chap a close-up view of that most delightful orifice and enable him to study it in a level of detail that it's owner would only be able to do with a camera.
There has been enormous differences among the variety of anuses I've come across (no pun intended). They vary in colour, shape, size, texture, elasticity, surrounding decor (hair, pimples, winnits, etc), level of sensitivity, flavour, the method of puckering, number of folds/wrinkles, a whole range of things. I've seen some whose images haunt me still, but by and large, I believe the anus to be a thing of the most exquisite beauty and it is very important to me sexually to find my partner's dirtbox attractive.
As for my own, well, I feer that my poor arsehole is not as pretty as it once was. My partner does not have any aesthetic objections to my nipsy despite it's haemmorrhoid problem, but I don't have any hangups about thinking it ugly. It's still sensitive and capable of giving me pleasure.
I first looked at in in the bath as a teenager, using a hand mirror. I was surprised at it to tell you the truth. I was amazed by it's pinkness but rather awed by it's size. It always passed massive turds and I never really assumed it was that small from feeling it when I wiped, but seeing it with my crack spread apart it seemed surprisingly tiny. It was then that I realised that feeling it when I wiped, I could feel the whole surrounding area and muscle, but viewing it from outside, most of that sensitive area is under the skin and around the actual hole, so the only real visible thing was the puckered freckle itself.
Over the years, I've had a damn good look when the opportunity arose, but I admit that have not done it since I started to get 'roids, so it's been several years. The first time I saw it all red and inflamed, I saw the discolouration of the surrounding skin, the hairs, the inflamed raw soreness and the increased size... well I shuddered. What a difference two decades makes, I thought to myself. I harked back to the pristine little pucker of my youth and found it harder and harder to visualise as this old man's bumhole stared back at me.
Still, it's mine and despite it's faults, I love it.
El Scumbag, I know there was no pun intended, but it was still funny.
That was supposed to be 'fear', not 'feer'. Bloody sausage fingers.
I do know what you mean about your lady friends butthole being a thing of beauty. Nothing like being down there face to face with it when it winks at you.
Scumbag....your prose will certainly be recorded in the annals of history. Seriously, you have hit the nail,on the head.
I say that I haven't seen it for several years but I admit that I did try to have a gander at Clement when he appeared. I wasn't successful. I'm not as slim or flexible as I once was and using the hand mirror while lying on the bed meant that I had to crane my neck forward and try to bend my back so that I could view it properly, but I started to pull muscles that hadn't been primed to do so, so all I could see was a tinge of redness towards the middle of my crack before I collapsed breathless and in pain. I tried again to prise apart my cheeks with one hand, my legs in the air and the mirror under my hoop, but there was just no way I could view it without causing myself some sort of injury. Lisa's seen it and so has my doctor. That's enough for me, I think. I trust their opinion that I probably wouldn't enjoy looking at it even if I could.
Chief, I thought for sure you were going to typo "anals of history".
That is what I pay a doctor to do for me !
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