Prompted by conversations with friends, I was wondering how common the following behaviors and attitudes are. And even more interestingly…how willing people are to cop to them!
Have you ever or
did you often as a child or
do you still as an adult eat
anything
some things
almost everything
that you can pick off or pull out of your body? (Scabs, boogers, random flakes and bits, contents of miscellaneous bumps booboos blackheads and blood, etc)
How do you really feel about your own stink, whether it emanates from your body directly (various crevices) or from things you have expelled from your body? Do you offend yourself, or are you ok with it, or do you almost like it?
How do you feel about conducting your bodily functions in front of friends or family or your lover or in public?
Thanks for sharing!
PS: Please be gentle in your language in discussing these things, please. I can talk about this stuff pretty easily with the use of euphemisms, but i get the gross out shivers when vulgar, vividly descriptive language is used.
I get grossed out by my BO and any other smell other then gas. Gas I don’t enjoy, per say, but rather I am sometimes impressed that my body could do that.
We have a rule of no farting in bed if we are awake, and no farting if our bodies are touching, but otherwise, we try to be polite. If it HAS to happen, well, it has to happen.
I used to be completely freaked out about passing gas in front of anyone, but I’m lucky in that my poots are 85% non-stinky, but unlucky in that they are generally quite loud and I get physically uncomfortable pretty quickly if I try to hold them in, so I need to be with someone who can handle my pooting pretty freely. But I try not to be to gross about it, and I always excuse myself.
Oh my girlfriend and I are the TMI couple of the century. We act like a couple of 4-year olds with gross shit. We have virtually no sense of shame-
There’s the ‘smell’ game, where one person rubs their finger in a part of their or their partner’s body, and puts their finger right under the other person’s nose. Of course, if the other person isn’t cooperating, then there’s always the option of giving them a ‘hitler’ (term borrowed from South Park, in this case just when one person’s finger smells bad they rub it on the other person’s upper lip). Or just rub their hands so they’ll smell it themselves later “wtf was I touching?!”
Not suprisingly I sort of started this game gradually over time when we were wrestling around, now it has ‘rubbed off’ on her and just yesterday she was telling me how sweaty the underside of her bra was because she was running around going errands. She asked me if I wanted to smell it and I said no. So a bit later when I’m lying on the bed she climbs on top of me, pins me down, hikes her shirt/bra up and exposes the sweaty underside part which she jams in my face. The days of thinking women smell like roses and potpurri are long gone… :eek:
Eating – I still can’t leave a scab alone, but I don’t chew them anymore. I did when I was a kid though, probably because I didn’t know where to put them, and I was taught not to litter.
I like to pop blackheads but I discard the stuff that comes out. Does that stuff smell? I never get enough to check. A zit that when popped results in a splat that looks like bird crap on the bathroom mirror? Good times.
Smelling – I don’t do stinky, don’t revel in my smells, but it’s always amazed me that my belly button (maybe yours too?) has an odor. It’s part of my pre-shower ritual to stick my finger in my belly button and take a whiff. Yep, it still stinks. What is that smell and where does it come from?
Sharing – nope. Bathroom door is closed, and if I make a stinky, I use air freshener. No farting near anyone, but I’ll admit to a proud smile after a particularly good one. “I did that without having to change my underwear?”
Sweaty crevices need to be showered well with hot water and soap. Not fond of that smell at all. The occasional fart of doom has occurred where I was impressed that my innards concocted such a demonic stench.
1.II like to lick my own blood, and I bite/consume finger nails.
2.The smell of my own sweat isn’t as bad to me as anyone else’s. I’ll keep myself as odour-free as possible though.
3. I try to avoid it as much as possible, but I’m not going to leave the room just to break wind if I need to.
I’ll eat fingernails and bits of skin off the ends of my fingers. No boogers, no scabs.
I love the way I smell, all the time.
I fart proudly, like Ben Franklin advised. (Reportedly, I’ve never read the actual essay.)
If I happen to smell my own fart, I try to identify the meal that produced it.
No, unless you count occasionally popping a finger into my mouth after I’ve stuck it with a pin or a needle.
Depends on what it is, and no, I’m not going to be specific. There are things that fit all three of those choices.
On ordinary days I don’t mind using the toilet if my husband is in the room. Or my daughters. (We’re not very modest about peeing, I guess. For me it comes from growing up in a family of six with only one really usable bathroom.) Unless I’m doing something stinky or noisy. And on “those days” (is that euphemistic enough?) I’m not sharing the bathroom with anybody.
I’ve heard of eating boogers. Only in children though. Maybe I’m ignorant or naive or just seeing what I want to but I have never ever heard of anyone of any age eating scabs, flakes, or goo of any kind from their own body. I must say I am disturbed to the point of having a mental breakdown. I may have to call in sick from work.
On the bus in chicago I saw both a wife picking her husbands nose (wrist deep) and a man cutting his toenails and the clippings just flying any which way. The latter actually made me get off and wait for the next one.
I have a very bad sense of smell, so when I can smell anything, whether its me or not, I tend to linger. My own smell, while not what I call ‘good,’ is kinda comforting.
Around the guys, anything goes…usually with an amount of pride. Around family, I try to be polite, but I won’t make myself uncomfortable–I can always blame it on Dad. In public, I try to be respectful to those around me. Depending on what I eat, my gas can be downright nuclear. While it doesn’t bother me, I know how bad it is and don’t want to make anyone else around me suffer.
I still bite my fingernails and sometimes swallow them if I’m somewhere where spitting them out would be inappropriate. When I was a kid, I ate scabs and boogers.
My sweaty odor is kind of arousing, but my poopy odor is yucky.
I’m only recently fine with peeing in front of the BF or anyone else for that matter. Pooping is a private activity (barring cell-phone conversations or internet conversations)
I sometimes bite my nails, but I spit, never swallow.
If I wear shoes for more than about 6 hours, you do not want to be around me when I take them off. Fortunately, I work at home, shoeless. Otherwise, no problems.
If I use a public restroom, I usually hit the hand dryer on my way to hitting the urinal. Stage fright, I guess.
I’m too lazy to find it, but about a year ago there was a similar question on the Fark.com comment board, sparked by some article which I forget, only more specific: Do you eat your own boogers? If I remember correctly, a few hundred replies, and the great majority of them answered yes, with surprisingly few of them trying to be funny. So they made a believer out of me. No wonder I hardly go there anymore.
I just now read in another post that we’re not supposed to mention other boards in our posts. If this is true, I’m sorry. Can I have these 2 posts deleted, please?
Um, these answers will probably ensure that I will be too shy to become a fully fledged member, but this is a topic I don’t see discussed openly and I feel compelled to contribute honestly. Here goes:
As a child, I sampled everything. Now it’s limited to the odd fingernail, dry bogeys, some scabs and occasionally nether region secretions (vaginal only). Earwax I’ve tasted twice, the second time was to confirm it really was that bitter.
I’m fascinated by my own scents. I can enjoy a good fart, fresh sweat, that crazy navel smell, popping a satisfying zit or blackhead… but I hardly ever appreciate them from other people. Nor do I expect other people to appreciate mine! Having said that, I do have a bath or shower every day so it’s not like I sit around enjoying a simmer in my own stink.
I keep farts in check around people that aren’t the very closest of my friends, but around them all hell breaks loose.
Incubus, hats off to your honesty. I think a lot more people dig this stuff than they let on, but when asked, are programmed to say, “EWWWW!” Really, I think it’s not so bad.
Stoid, great thread and sorry if I grossed you out.
1.) Ate boogers. Wasn’t so much the goal more of…“OK, I picked it, now what the hell do I do with it?” None really of the rest of the stuff.
2.) 99% of the time it’s OK. Then again, occasionally I’ll make some Chex Mix and those Worcestershire farts will offend even my own sensibilities.
3.) I fart too often to leave the room with people I’m close to around. I’d spend half the time in the bathroom. I will, however, avoid breaking wind in front of friends and try to keep it silent in public.
