In a world socially, societally, politically, religiously, and environmentally toxic, where governments subsidise the interests of big business, pharmaceuticals, agricultural, and religion, manufacturing drugs that prolong and promote illness, producing foods that flatter taste but feed not, strangling creative impulse with moral inhibitions, deliberately, deceitfully poisoning the public, coprophilia seems a logical, sensible, and alluring alternative, or defiantly prophylactic accompaniment.

Those of us evolved enough, enlightened enough, privileged enough to drink pee and to eat shit are especially endowed by Destiny with the depth and breadth of spirit, the capacity of imagination, the thirst and hunger for life’s unrestrained fullness, to grant us the appetite for that which some deem unclean and repulsive, but which we uphold as divinely bestowed sustenance, nutrition, indulgence. I love to drink pee and to eat shit. To me, they are the richest of foods, nourishing and nurturing to all that I am. Everything about pee and shit makes me happy.

I never use my toilet. I never use toilet paper. Instead, I pee and shit all over my apartment, often on my dining room table, or on my plate next to my other food, or on my desk next to my computer, or on or next to my pillow on my bed. I like to shit while I am driving, or just walking around doing other things. I like to smear shit all over me, too. When time does not allow that pleasure, I just eat my shit straight from my asspussy. I am a lifelong faggot; so I also welcome the shit of the men who fuck me. Though I have never been sexually attracted to girls or women, I enjoy eating their cum-filled or menstruating pussies, drinking their pee, and eating their shit. Even the sound of the word 'shit' gets me excited. Shit – more than anything else – makes me feel and look vastly better than I would without it.