It wasn't uncommon (back in the 90's) for a navy ship to have a Phantom Shitter. Someone with a grudge and a desire to leave random poops. Caused much angst.
As a fecologist, I enjoyed reading this. I'm interested in shame surrounding poop and everything related to it, and what you found out supports my intuition. Thank you for sharing!
So, I’ve been living in and visiting communities that are relaxed around nudity, sexuality _and_ toilet habits. At Rainbow Gatherings, for example, many go around naked and the toilet is just an area with lots of long shit-pits. That’s where I first time ever pooped facing another person, a woman for whom this seemed to be an everyday habit. She didn’t mind me looking at the turd exiting her butt.
But such a thing was rare. Some of my own friends felt shy to enter this "toilet" area while I was in or someone else they knew, or would pack up quickly when I came in – even though there were a dozen other people pooping at the same time somewhere in our vicinity. This included women I saw naked and had sex with.
Being sexual with others didn’t seem to be the most intimate they could get. With most of my girlfriends, pooping was something they wanted to do privately, but there were exceptions where it wasn’t a problem if I pooped while she brushed her teeth or vice versa. And the character of the woman who would be relaxed pooping next to me was counterintuitive, impossible to guess. Sometimes a sexually shame-free woman would be hyper-sensitive when it comes to pooping, and a seemingly shy woman couldn’t care less about having company in the toilet and sharing the smell of their turds.
Where I live, we compost our poop. That means we deal with it on a regular basis: empty buckets, mix the poop with straw and leaves, turn it for better composting and finally, when it turns into fertile black soil, it ends in the orchard. That means we’re very friendly with poop. I mean, there’s nothing kinky going on, but in communities where there is – and they also compost their poop – my intuition is, given my experiences, that pooping on the floor wouldn’t be such a big deal for them. I don’t know any where they actually did it, but it makes me think ...
Fecology started as a goof +20 years ago. Later, I realized it could be for real, and I adopted it professionally. It signals that I take care of my own sh*t in all possible meanings of that word and help others do the same: physically, mentally, emotionally, ecologically, sexually, ethically, etc. I made the term up, and I keep shaping it into something that could be considered a lifestyle, or even a philosophy. It has a lot to do with overcoming societal norms and unearthing one's deeply buried pristine personality and nature--that are hidden under layers of shame and guilt. I follow Aella because she's challenging societal norms around kinks and sexuality, even though I currently live alone in the woods, in solitude. I don't miss sex, but I like it when I have it. That's my tantric experience. Aella's writing did give me some kinky ideas for the characters in my last novel. :-)
To be honest, tantra for me is literally taking care of my own shit. I've had a period when I delved into tantra as sexuality and I was good at it, at least those I had sex with said so. But I was never comfortable with this kind of Westernized, hyper-sexualized approach to tantra. I know Indian culture too well, having studied Sanskrit there, spending 7 years in an ashram, and travelling widely, meeting modest but genius teachers who no one in the West ever heard of. But they were the real deal, forget about Osho, Mooji, Ravi Shankar, and all other fancy guys. I don't even know who's popular today.
BTW, "tantra" literally means "thatness", it points to an untinged experience of whatever you're interacting with. You have to learn that with everyday objects first and then with the people you know, especially those you dislike. Then only should you even expect to have a tantric sexual experience. Whatever you bring with you will be in the way, whether it's disgust, aversion, trickery, or craving, lust, infatuation, submission ... all that comes in the way of you truly experiencing the sexual act. If you've sorted out your own shit and left all your BS behind, sex will be divine. That's tantra for me. And when there's no sex for a while, that's perfectly fine as well.
I'll be 52 soon and I don't care about the techniques of tantra. In that sense, I'm not a tantric practitioner. But in other ways, I guess you could say I'm a tantric guy.
I don't make a living from this now. I used to be a masseur, but I didn't advertise my massage as tantric because I didn't want it to be understood as sexual. Sometimes it was, but mostly not, even when my client was eager to go for it. If I saw that sex would stir up anything messy, I'd politely decline sex. But when the field was clean, the sex was amazing for both.
Anyway, I'm rambling ... I mostly make money by writing, translating, and facilitating, fecology is just the backdrop. And so is tantra.
Agreed. I suspect that Aella underestimated how viscerally unpleasant it would be for people to see this in their inboxes. I was very close to instantly deleting the email and then desperately looking for mind-bleach.
I'm glad that I read until the end, for the reason that you described... though I'll still probably try to find some mind bleach before heading for bed.
>> But finally the time came; at 9:30 we cut the lights. But instead of poop, we powered on the projector, and delivered a slideshow that began with:
Heh. I kind of expected something like "but by the time we powered on the projector, there was five unexpected turds on the floor, two real and three rubber turds". I'd definitely bring a rubber shit and deploy it.
You know, when I subscribed to this blog, I though I had a good handle on what sorts of things I would end up reading, but... you keep me guessing.
This is the kind of unhinged nonsense I'm proudly subscribed for.
Trust Aella to make a literal shitpost and once again make my high openness feel like low openness.
I would've been a non-enthusiastic yes, for (I think) the same reasons Sam Gamgee would've.
Missed opportunity with the diagram title: "Mr. Sankey, the Halloween Poo"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._Hankey,_the_Christmas_Poo
It wasn't uncommon (back in the 90's) for a navy ship to have a Phantom Shitter. Someone with a grudge and a desire to leave random poops. Caused much angst.
When Laozi described 無為 (Wu wei), this was _exactly_ what he had in mind.
You gotta get schwifty at an Aella party.
As a fecologist, I enjoyed reading this. I'm interested in shame surrounding poop and everything related to it, and what you found out supports my intuition. Thank you for sharing!
I'd like to hear more about this. What is that intuition?
So, I’ve been living in and visiting communities that are relaxed around nudity, sexuality _and_ toilet habits. At Rainbow Gatherings, for example, many go around naked and the toilet is just an area with lots of long shit-pits. That’s where I first time ever pooped facing another person, a woman for whom this seemed to be an everyday habit. She didn’t mind me looking at the turd exiting her butt.
But such a thing was rare. Some of my own friends felt shy to enter this "toilet" area while I was in or someone else they knew, or would pack up quickly when I came in – even though there were a dozen other people pooping at the same time somewhere in our vicinity. This included women I saw naked and had sex with.
Being sexual with others didn’t seem to be the most intimate they could get. With most of my girlfriends, pooping was something they wanted to do privately, but there were exceptions where it wasn’t a problem if I pooped while she brushed her teeth or vice versa. And the character of the woman who would be relaxed pooping next to me was counterintuitive, impossible to guess. Sometimes a sexually shame-free woman would be hyper-sensitive when it comes to pooping, and a seemingly shy woman couldn’t care less about having company in the toilet and sharing the smell of their turds.
Where I live, we compost our poop. That means we deal with it on a regular basis: empty buckets, mix the poop with straw and leaves, turn it for better composting and finally, when it turns into fertile black soil, it ends in the orchard. That means we’re very friendly with poop. I mean, there’s nothing kinky going on, but in communities where there is – and they also compost their poop – my intuition is, given my experiences, that pooping on the floor wouldn’t be such a big deal for them. I don’t know any where they actually did it, but it makes me think ...
I hope I answered your question.
It does, thank you. Is your job literally to be a fecologist, or is it more of a, uh, personal interest?
Fecology started as a goof +20 years ago. Later, I realized it could be for real, and I adopted it professionally. It signals that I take care of my own sh*t in all possible meanings of that word and help others do the same: physically, mentally, emotionally, ecologically, sexually, ethically, etc. I made the term up, and I keep shaping it into something that could be considered a lifestyle, or even a philosophy. It has a lot to do with overcoming societal norms and unearthing one's deeply buried pristine personality and nature--that are hidden under layers of shame and guilt. I follow Aella because she's challenging societal norms around kinks and sexuality, even though I currently live alone in the woods, in solitude. I don't miss sex, but I like it when I have it. That's my tantric experience. Aella's writing did give me some kinky ideas for the characters in my last novel. :-)
How do you make a living from this? Also, are you actually a tantric practitioner?
To be honest, tantra for me is literally taking care of my own shit. I've had a period when I delved into tantra as sexuality and I was good at it, at least those I had sex with said so. But I was never comfortable with this kind of Westernized, hyper-sexualized approach to tantra. I know Indian culture too well, having studied Sanskrit there, spending 7 years in an ashram, and travelling widely, meeting modest but genius teachers who no one in the West ever heard of. But they were the real deal, forget about Osho, Mooji, Ravi Shankar, and all other fancy guys. I don't even know who's popular today.
BTW, "tantra" literally means "thatness", it points to an untinged experience of whatever you're interacting with. You have to learn that with everyday objects first and then with the people you know, especially those you dislike. Then only should you even expect to have a tantric sexual experience. Whatever you bring with you will be in the way, whether it's disgust, aversion, trickery, or craving, lust, infatuation, submission ... all that comes in the way of you truly experiencing the sexual act. If you've sorted out your own shit and left all your BS behind, sex will be divine. That's tantra for me. And when there's no sex for a while, that's perfectly fine as well.
I'll be 52 soon and I don't care about the techniques of tantra. In that sense, I'm not a tantric practitioner. But in other ways, I guess you could say I'm a tantric guy.
I don't make a living from this now. I used to be a masseur, but I didn't advertise my massage as tantric because I didn't want it to be understood as sexual. Sometimes it was, but mostly not, even when my client was eager to go for it. If I saw that sex would stir up anything messy, I'd politely decline sex. But when the field was clean, the sex was amazing for both.
Anyway, I'm rambling ... I mostly make money by writing, translating, and facilitating, fecology is just the backdrop. And so is tantra.
I'm glad that this didn't turn out to be as disturbing as the title and subtitle led me to believe that it would be.
Agreed. I suspect that Aella underestimated how viscerally unpleasant it would be for people to see this in their inboxes. I was very close to instantly deleting the email and then desperately looking for mind-bleach.
I'm glad that I read until the end, for the reason that you described... though I'll still probably try to find some mind bleach before heading for bed.
If this is not degeneracy, then idk
I don't get it. This is some human thing, isn't it?
>> But finally the time came; at 9:30 we cut the lights. But instead of poop, we powered on the projector, and delivered a slideshow that began with:
Heh. I kind of expected something like "but by the time we powered on the projector, there was five unexpected turds on the floor, two real and three rubber turds". I'd definitely bring a rubber shit and deploy it.
This was a fun bit of psychology. My response would have been "You don't want that from me. Nobody wants that from me."
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