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Boogers. Never ate any other body commodity.
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Of course I enjoy the smell of my farts. I certainly don’t go out of my way to fart so I can smell it; but if it happens and I do, I’m not turned away in digust. Only place I don’t want to smell my farts is the shower.
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I inform the girl whenever I fart. Traditionally, this has been in person. watching tv “hey, baby, I just farted”. Now since I live in another city I’ll either text her or tell her if we happen to be talking. (No, I don’t text every fart, but I have on occasion.) If we’re in bed and I have to fart, I pull the sheets away from my ass and fart into the wind (I sleep with a fan).
1- As a child, of course, I ate my nose goblins. As an adult, I will ingest my own blood (and in fact, I like the taste of blood… Mmmm). That’s pretty much it. OH! As a teenager, I once managed to get myself on the lips during some private alone time. That was accidental though.
2- While I don’t mind my aroma most of the time, after more than a day I am VERY aware of it, and am quite sure others are not as cool and easy about it. Hence, more than 48 hours between a shower is rare for me these days. As a white-trash child, I would often go a week or more between bathing. I shudder to think of that now.
3- Farting happens. I try not to share, if I can avoid it. My wife is, by her own admission “A gassy girl”, so that happens too. We’re not proud of it, and will try to spare each other if possible, but body stuff happens. Also, we are avowedly door closed bathroom people. More for the wife than for me… I am pretty devoid of body modesty.
At a minimum I accept it, except my own breath in the morning. Some smells I find downright fascinating, in particular earwax. Earwax is neither stinky nor flowery nor pungent, but it has this highly distinctive smell that just fascinates me for some reason.
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People eat scabs?!?!? :eek: . I’ll chew off the occasional hangnail, but spit it out. As a teenager there was the very infrequent post-spanking “I wonder what this tastes like? Uggh, that’s salty.”
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I get very self conscious of armpit odor. Farts usually just amuse me, although I have fired off a few that mandated evacuation of the room or office.
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Around the wife and kids, I can pee with the door open, but gotta shut and lock the door for dookie. The whole family, except for the oldest son, are loud and proud farters and belchers. In public, I find silent-but-deadly-and-pinnable-on-someone-else to be the preferred method.
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I eat any flakes of skin that I can peel from myself. I also nervously bite the skin on my fingers, peel it off, and eat it. Never ate boogers, blech. Sometimes popping my finger into my mouth while masturbating is strangely satisfying.
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I don’t mind what I smell like, even when I smell gross. That being said, me smelling “gross” is nowhere near the “gross” I’ve smelled from others.
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When I’m at my b/f’s, the bathroom door never closes, although he’ll refrain from walking in while I’m on the toilet. Not so for me- I’ll wait until he’s on the toilet and then run in. I’ll also proudly announce when I’m doing a “number 2” as opposed to a “number 1” and invite him in to see before I flush. Surprisingly, he’s never taken me up on this offer.
- Yes. What can I say, I’m orally fixated.
- My farts occasionally fascinate me.
- No partner, but I’d probably be pretty private about actual excretion. I need to be able to be comfortable farting freely in my own home, though.
No. Who eats their scabs, anyway? The closest I’ve come is to stick a bleeding finger in my mouth.
Almost always ok with it. Very rarely an exceptionally stinky fart or nasty, nasty, FUCKING NASTY burp will escape, but those are exceptions. I’ve actually made myself throw up from disgust at the taste/smell/texture of recurring burps, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. God damn, that was awful.
I have zero problems with public bathrooms, but I always shut the door at home. I try to be silent in the public restrooms, and it’s really annoying to me when I hear someone grunting and groaning and squeezing and carrying on in the stall next to me. Have some respect, will ya? No need to announce to all of us what’s coming out of your butt.