This is a perfect example of what I've been reminding myself as a writer: Lean into yourself. Who you are. Where you come from. How you wipe. Don't try to run from your true nature. Embrace it. Learn to live with it. Like the skid stain in your underpants.
If you're drawn to stories about poop, you're drawn to stories about poop. Why try to fight it? Dive in! To the end of the pool that's brown and soupy where kernels of corn float with glee! Be the kernel of corn yourself! Never allow yourself to be digested. Live! Live!
This is a perfect example of what I've been reminding myself as a writer: Lean into yourself. Who you are. Where you come from. How you wipe. Don't try to run from your true nature. Embrace it. Learn to live with it. Like the skid stain in your underpants.
No! You choose who you are!
If you're drawn to stories about poop, you're drawn to stories about poop. Why try to fight it? Dive in! To the end of the pool that's brown and soupy where kernels of corn float with glee! Be the kernel of corn yourself! Never allow yourself to be digested. Live! Live!
Ugh, gag, but also… okay, fine.
Gag my ass. You love poop and you know it.
Lol. Okay, yes- i confess. Poop is the skeleton key to unlocking all of life’s mysteries
Although, duh. Why do boys wipe this way? Must be a boy thing. Both of mine I had to show the fold method...