postsecret pic of the week :: poop and fucking dead people

you know. sooner or later someone’s going to pick up on the fact that a lot of the postsecrets i choose have to do with fart, poop, vaginas, sex … freud would have something to say about it being an genital/anal fixation i’m sure.

i say, whatevs. at the base of it i have an infantile sense of humour.

so without further ado (more poo)…

'i poop like this. and you should too'

'i poop like this. and you should too'

Go East young chicken. Your commode shangri-la is to be found in the squatter heaven that is there. Getting used to a whole different culture included getting used to these dignified long drops.

you get used to it

you get used to it

in fact, i’d go so far as to say that this is a lot more hygienic than sitting toilets. though, when there’s mess and rude people who don’t clean up after themselves, it’s a little more, shall we say, ‘noticeable’.

still, it’s especially made for squatting over. which a sitting latrine is not. which is why you’ll often see these signs:

i once walked into a toilet in a new ‘westernised’ shopping mall in taiwan that had sitting toilets. some local peeps were a little unsure of the nastiness that was being presented to them and had tried to squat on the toilet.

let me just say that taking a dump like this is clearly an art form that this one particular individual had not quite mastered yet: there was shit. shit everywhere. shit down the back of that loo. shit on the seat. shit on the sides. very, very little in the actual bowl.

so. dear Pooper. you stand alone in this in dotland.

jammer.

k. this next one i just HAD to include, because i’ve never seen something like it on postsecret.

a few weeks ago i did a short piece of the more left-of-centre fetishes and kinks [clickety click]. One of them included necrophilia – the sexual attraction to corpses.

a few years ago i was trawling some forums on necrophilia (led to question this via stile project … remember that site? when it was still vile disgusting shocking unbelievable vomit-inducing cool?) and was astonished at how very serious people were about it.

i’m not really sure what i’d imagined, but i know images involved desperate sweaty men digging up graves and pumping away at skeletal corpses (apart from the sweaty men and skeletons, not all that off the mark. you draw the picture).

anyway, on the forums, there was a range of people, some expressing their fantasies, some explaining how they did it, and one or two who shared their stories about making love to their partner just after they’d died. there was a lot of confusion on their part because it wasn’t a fantasy at all, just something that had happened when they’d been overwhelmed with emotion after finding their partner dead in a private space.

but for the others, it was a very real practice. tried some finding some forums to link to, but google’s a kak search for the fun stuff. it just throws up the usual bullshit.

to be honest i couldn't bring myself to post a lot of the pics i found so i thought i'd pop in another art piece

to be honest i couldn't bring myself to post a lot of the pics i found so i thought i'd pop in another art piece

did find this though, the most fascinating interview with Karen Greenlee, a necrophiliac that made national headlines in 1979 for her dallies with the dead. read the interview here [clickety click] and tumblrs featuring ‘karen greenlee’ tags with some pics, the newspaper articles and quotes from her [clickety click].

she was such a lovely girl

she was such a lovely girl

she’s a lot more interesting than dahmer and didn’t kill anyone for it. so, you know, that’s a plus.

oh. found the shit. but it’s all in other languages. so click and ‘translate page’. the polish one is pretty hectic and explores the lengths and depths of necrophilia. [clickety click].

and if you liked stile project (did anyone actually LIKE stile?) convulssion will amuse you for a while (Portuguese, so turn on translate again.) [clickety click].

and here are a few people discussing whether necrophilia is immoral or not on polticsforum.org [clickety click].

and now for some comic relief:

right. that’s my tummy suffiently turned for the evening.

nighty night.

dot

(ps trying to explain to swiss boy that i’m not some crazy was pretty tricky. i work in the lounge and he saw my google search.)

(pps this was probably the most extensive postsecret pic of  the week i’ve ever done and it’s totally drained me. yuck. the web is a scary place people. don’t go there.)