Fat Kid Shitting

There’s little dignity in public bathrooms. They’re designed to be cold and hostile. Wring your guts and go. Tin toilets and scratched up mirrors. The stink and smears of someone else’s shit. Stray pubes and the knowledge that others jack off on these toilets. Then there’s low stalls people can see over. Even worse the dreaded no door. Open concept in the one place it doesn’t belong.

I once came upon a fat kid sitting on the shitter. There were no stall doors in the public pool changing room. I was a kid too, there to swim with cousins. This young version of me felt afraid to be seen naked but there were no private spaces to change. So I did it quick, turning from those I know. Then I walked by the defecator, taking in this absurd sight. He sat naked while wiping his ass. Fat rolls squishing with every reach down to brown town. No dignity on display. Just a fat kid shitting.

To defecate is our most primal and private act. Even unseen by those we fuck. Dogs dump in public and bug their eyes as they do it. They sense the shame. Know it shouldn’t be seen. I once filmed myself taking a shit and it’s the worst thing I’ve ever done. Betrayed my own privacy. I feel no need to witness another enact this act. The squat and splat. But no door and a fucked up tummy meant we all caught sight of the fad kit shitting. Wiping his ass in the open. More than twenty years later he still sticks in my mind. A truly awful sight.

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19 thoughts on “Fat Kid Shitting

  1. I’ve come across shitting people several times in my work as a field geologist. I have been developing a theory based on the look the shitters have sent me (always the same look). It’s not that different from yours, but I feel you are overlooking some vital points. Can’t say exactly what they are though. My samples are too few and, like you, I’m reluctant to dig deeper into the theme.

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    1. I’ll try wrangle us a 20 million dollar research grant to explore this further haha. Since my teens I’ve always thought it’d be interesting to make a doc that observes how people poop around the world. It is weird and fascinating.

      Thanks for reading!

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    1. I gotta say it’s a good technique haha. In high school and college if I popped an unwanted erection my go to technique was to think of “fat chicks pooping.” I did this all the time and it worked fairly well.

      In college a friend of ours was leaving school and wouldn’t be coming back the next semester. A group of us got together for his send off and last night together. Someone suggested we hold a moment of silence to honor our buddy. For some reason as we tried this we all kept laughing and had to start over. I had my eyes closed trying to hold in an explosion of laughter so started thinking about “fat chicks pooping” to see if the old technique would work in this situation. After we finally more or less made it through the moment of silence a friend asked why I was almost laughing so hard and I had to confess my old technique. Then we all shared our own methods. This is all to say that picturing someone pooping will neutralize any strong emotion. Doctors should recommend it πŸ˜‰


      1. Haha why thank you! I appreciate you sticking with me so long. The girl was a Juggalo in a wheelchair. If only I’d been so lucky for her to have no legs 😍😍

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  2. I recall the monkey bathroom I used on the outskirts of Goa. I remember the morning circles of little ones, sitting on their heels, all together making their toilette under the bright sky. I remember the Toilet Woman whose job was to take the trash and clean the john. I was supposed to lock the bathroom door from the inside of the bedroom. TW could come into the john by a side door and leave the same way. I was not to allow TW to eat or drink from my household goods. The landlady never told me her name, so I always think of her as TW. All the time I spent in India I was anxious about what the toilets would be like. Such a great deal of variance across states, city and countryside. Much prefer the country, but only if living with the better off.

    Yep. This little scenario really took me back.

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