Monday, March 20, 2017

Why Not Me?

Dumping is full of so much potential optimism.  There is so much potential for plenty, every day.  In getting ready to shit today, I was walking to the bathroom, and I was thinking, "why not me? why can I not be prodigious? why should today not be my day to dump the most?".  Forget the conservative ideas you know and let you mind and your bowels aspire to greatness.  You can be the shitter you want to be, it can be you, or me, or any of us.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

passing it on

It strikes me that there are but few inflection points in this life we have for interrogating one's wiping style.

  1. When you're first learning to wipe, you get a particular philosophy.  Maybe a couple from multiple parents or people who are around you.
  2. Your body grows and your fine motor skills improve and you refine these techniques (probably without thinking about).
  3. If you have a physical condition that prevents you from executing your earlier techniques, you evaluate what was, what can be now, and make some adjustments.
  4. You are responsible for teaching a young child how to wipe.  Perhaps having an external eye on this makes you re-evaluate your own techniques.  Or maybe you propose one method and another person rearing this child proposes another.  And you have to debate pros and cons of different styles.  Strips or wads?  Standing or sitting?  Wet or dry?
I like the idea of people raising a kid just as a way to revisit how wise their ass wiping techniques are.  A great sideways reason I think.  Bold.

I've been getting a lot of ripped TP when I wipe of late.  It's not my favorite, but I haven't changed it up.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

dumpstream media

This here blog is a pretty reasonable forum to talk about feces.  Assuming certain things about "politeness" or whatever, that is.  People who wanna come here and read up do, and those who don't dig doo doo simply stay away.  But it's nice to see some mainstreaming of talking about shit, particularly from a funny lady.  So I was chuffed to see this fecally focused personal essay, that deals with such things as the pleasures of taking a dump while strolling about in public, in the New York Times.  Good onya NYT and good onya Rachel.

Friday, December 16, 2016

busting makes ME feel good

[Maybe I've used that subject heading before?]

Recently, after taking afternoon dumps at home, I feel fucking great.






It's great.  You just feel so nice and light and powerful.  Power-dump style.  I just shat that thing out, I can shit ANYTHING out.  Come at me fools, I dare ya.  I can dump with the best of em and I can do lots of other stuff too.  And I feel good, the world is amazing, you can poop in the world, and that's for beauty and truth and such shit.  Pooping is the best.  Let's blog about it.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016


This morning, I took a dump that looked more like red velvet cake than any dump I can remember having taken.  This was a second morning dump, a category of dumps that usually is loose and insistent and copious.  Like RVC, the secret was beets.  Lots of beets yesterday, and so today, a loose and wooly oblong ball of feces that upon visually spotting it, looked like something sweet.  Was it?  Can't say.

Monday, November 14, 2016

finding refuge

Pooping is political.  Doo Doo Bloggin' stands with the transgender, intersex, and GNC folks who seek spaces of peace and privacy in their daily lives.  That other populations have lashed out with their fears and anxieties to deprive trans folks and others of these most basic rights is shameful.  We here at DDB feel it is our duty to share Refuge Restrooms as a great resource for finding bathrooms comfortable for transgender, intersex, and GNC folks, and we encourage everyone to add bathrooms to the site, as the information thereon is compiled by the public.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

mucus pupus

[that's pronounced myew-kus poo-pus]

I've had a lingering cold for the last six or so weeks.  Something that keeps happening is then I enter the bathroom to shit, not feeling like I have to blow my nose.  But as the feces leaves my butt, often all in a rush, mucus starts to run out of my nose.  Maybe throw in some peeing or sneezing to the mix, but it's just like when I shit of late, my body wants to do all the purging it can at once.  It's like a magic trick.  Usually the end of this process is, after cleaning myself up and pulling my pants back up, I honk a big ball of snot into the sink, and it's a good double catharsis.