As you have all undoubtedly noticed, I have my own askewed view on this voyage we like to call Life. I see things through my own tinted shades, and I make up my own rules as I go along. Especially ones that I see aren't working out for the rest of humanity. Tonight, I shall give you another glimpse into the eye that we should all share to view the world in a different angle.
The Brown Eye.
Not to be confused with a pair of brown eyes, connected to a beautiful Mexican woman's skull. No. I'm talking about the asshole. Your Rear Winker. The Corn Cutter. The Pleasant Pipe. (that's a gay one)...you get the picture.
"Why?" you may ask yet again, would I venture into such uncharted territory?
For love my friends.
In my time in this world, I've met a lot of couples that think they know everything there is to know about each other, only to have their relationship end in shattered bits all over the floor. Then, for months I have to hear "I thought I knew her/him! I thought I knew them inside and out!". That's when I inevitably ask my question that makes everyone squirm a little. "Did you ever see his/her asshole?"
The initial reaction is always "Huh?"
Followed by a pause, and the look on their face of them retracing the steps of the conversation to see if they may have said something that would have led me to that question, or that they may have possibly misheard me.
"Did you ever see their asshole?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"You came to me to lay out your heart and soul, and your woe-is-me problems. Answer the fucking question."
"Sure, I guess. I mean, if we were having sex doggy style, but you never really 'see' it. It's not something you look at directly is it?"
Here's where we get into my psyche.
Why is it not? It's taboo right? It's 'Off Limits'! But, it's connected to the rest of the body. A body that you love above all others. A body that you yourself would have lain in front of a train to protect at any given time. But, you are afraid to know your mate 100%. It's not pleasant to look at, no. Neither are balls, armpits, tongues...but, we know them all very well.
Let's soften it up a little bit. Remember the first time you let one rip in front of the person you were dating? How it was a little embarrassing, but a little freeing at the same time? That feeling like "Okay, finally, we're to THAT stage of comfort in our relationship!". Yet, it nearly ends there. The exploration, and freedom stops there, or with the whole bathroom ordeal altogether.
You set these walls. These limits. These barriers up after that. "He can't see me pee. That's just gross." To me, if I can clean puke off of you after a night out at a club, or I can pick up your snotty Kleenex after you being sick, I can be in the same room as you when you're letting the yellow river flow. Think it's gross? So is farting, IF YOU MAKE IT THAT!!! Think it's a part of human nature? Then, you're probably one step closer to your partner thinking YOU TRULY KNOW THEM 100%!!
Here's the thing; I've met couples where the woman doesn't take off her makeup until the husband goes to sleep, and she gets up before he wakes up, and puts it back on. You know what I call that? A fucking mask! Where is the real you? Because, if I wanted a fucking mannequin I would have bought a fuckdoll, and not married a flesh and blood woman. Same goes for these weak ass men that overhear their boys talking about "...then she reached down and started rubbing her own bean so she'd explode even bigger! It was intense man!", only to hear your friends ask "Hey, fuck knob, does your wife ever do any kinky shit like that?" "Nah, I'd never ask her to. She'd think I was a freak."
Barrier.
If your husband is afraid to ask you to do things, there's a wall up there. You know what the next step is? Him finding a girl that doesn't have that wall, and puts that kinky shit on Front Street. No walls. No barriers. Just crazy, fucked up sex. Then, he'll start feeling like he knows HER more, because she was doing things that he had imagined for years that you wouldn't do. Made a small fish, into a big whale of a problem.
Look, I'm not saying go buy some rubber fist and jam it into each others orifices. I'm saying, if you explore each other, from top to bottom, there will be less to feel blocked out about.
Couples should know one another from head to toe if you truly want to last a lifetime. The human body, is a lumpy, bumpy sack of guts and skin...no matter how you shake it. Setting up roadblocks, only creates doubt, and walls in a relationship. Once you can bend over in front of your spouse without thinking "OH SHIT!! DID I JUST WINK MY BROWN EYE AT HIM?!?!?!" you'll feel a lot more at ease in this skin sack we call a body.
If you were given the opportunity to explore Atlantis, wouldn't you be a little curious as to what the bathrooms looked like?
Be free, this body is only temporary anyhow...eventually it'll be soil.
Always yours,
Knuckles
P.S. Aim that thing somewhere else if we're in an elevator together.
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