Living In Sin: I Speak For The Butts
Every week in Living in Sin, Jen Sincero provides advice to LA's sexually confounded. You can see her column in print in the LA Alternative Press, or have it sent to you every week by signing up for her newsletter. Ask Jen your questions: all are posted anonymously.
My boyfriend is dying to get me to try anal sex. I've had a finger in there before, and that wasn't bad, but I'm having issues with the whole sanitary thing. To me, nothing should be shoved up there unless the doctor needs to check you. Or maybe you can't poop and you need an enema? That's OK, too. I'm afraid of crapping all over the place, for one thing. Second, how dirty is anal sex? Doesn't your anus carry a ton of bacteria since your poop comes out of there?
- Scared To Put It In The Piehole.
Do you know who The Lorax is? He's this Dr. Seuss character who lives in a beautiful place where the sun always shines, the humming fish hum and the brown bar-ba-loots eat Truffula Tree fruits. One day, a factory comes and sets up shop and starts chopping down all the Truffula Trees to make thneeds (these things that everyone needs). The Lorax pleads with the factory owners to consider what they're doing to the land. "I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees," he says. They ignore him, and soon there are no more trees, the rivers are full of muck, the air turns black, the fish die and the brown bar-ba-loots go off in search of other kinds of fruit.
Ever since I started writing this column, I feel like I've become The Ass Lorax. "I speak for the butthole, for it cannot speak for itself," I say. I am constantly pleading with people to stop making fun of it, spreading rumors about it, saying it's unsexy, scary, not to be trusted. And now, here you are worried that it's got cooties and will have stuff flying out of you like a firehose.
It's just a little round hole that needs love like the rest of us. Brings a tear to mine eye. It really does.