I don’t like anyone touching my ass. I just don’t. Why is that so hard to comprehend? I have many other soft and lovely areas you can touch. I read a Cosmo article years ago that said something to the effect that when a man touches a certain part of your body he’s trying to tell you that he wants to be touched there. Don’t play that game with me! Just fucking tell me when we get started, or put my hand on your ass. You could let out a moan just to be sure I get the message. Better yet, send me a text the night before. Please just leave my ass out of the equation or I may start singing MC Hammer’s, You Can’t Touch That which I promise will kill the mood.
My disgust of anyone touching the interiors of my ass, ie. my rectum, may have begun decades ago, when I was still a naive teenager, I had a gastroenterologist who gave me my first rectal exam. The pain was excrutiating. As he shoved his finger in me like a hand puppet I could feel him press against my body. There was something hard in his pocket. I tried to imagine what it was, a flashlight, a roll of quarters, a screw driver. It took me years of him doing this before I realized what he was up to – I did say I was naive. I was also a late bloomer. Perhaps this is the reason I’m sickened when anyone comes near my ass. It makes me think of Doctor Allen. To this day, I especially can’t stand it when my current doctor will say, “We should do a rectal.” I respond with my standard response, “Nope not interested. I don’t do that.” Of course she always respond,“Well, you know we should at your age.“ At my last annual exam I had to go through the same discussion yet again and this doctor knows me well. I finally said, “Please write on my file, DO NOT ask if patient wants a rectal exam – patient will refuse. I’ll even sign it if you want.”
Doctor, boyfriend, lover, husband, I just didn’t want anyone up my ass. All kinds of things happen in that vicinity and trust me none of them are pretty. Just ask comedian Amy Schumer of Milk, Milk, Lemonade fame or better yet play her video. Lyrics below:
Milk, milk, lemonade, Milk, milk, lemonade, Milk, milk, lemonade,
‘Round the corner, fudge is made, I used to think that my tits was where it’s at, Used to be concerned that my booty was too fat, But now I know the truth and that worry has been shot, Big booty’s what they want and big booty’s what I got, Tits are old news if you know what I mean, All the guys love my fudge machine, Look me in the eye, Get your face in, don’t be shy, You say you don’t like asses, Cause I fart and break your glasses,
Turd cutter, Loaf pitcher, Dookie maker, Fudge machine, Cheaptastic, Booty mastiff, Giant tuchus, Fudge machine, All my booty empire, the sun never set, Take a shot, yeah, nothin’ but net,
Milk, milk, lemonade, ‘Round the corner, fudge is made,I’m gonna make you scream and shout, For the part of my body where poo comes out,
This is where my poo comes out, This is where my poo comes out, This is where my poo comes out, This is where my poo comes out.
Talkin’ ’bout my fudge machine, Talkin’ ’bout my fudge machine, Talkin’ ’bout my fudge machine, Talkin’ ’bout my fudge machine,
Voice over by Method Man: That’s right, ladies, Ain’t nothing better than a big, beautiful sexy booty. But bottom line, no matter how fond a behind, You better call that onion what it really is, That’s just a fudge machine, Turn up.
This is where her poo comes out, This is where your poo comes out, This is where their poo comes out, This is where our poo comes out
This is what you think is hot, This is what you think is hot, This is what you think is hot, Talkin bout my fudge machine
Voice over by Method Man: It’s where your poo comes out
I nearly peed out of my lemonade machine when I heard this. When will pop culture’s obsession with the derrière quit? Not soon enough for me AND I have a nice ass.
Enter Amy Schumer with “Milk, Milk, Lemonade,” an LOL-worthy parody of all those butt-loving songs as a promo for the third season of “Inside Amy Schumer.”