Scat may be more polite than shit, but in its effort to be polite, it sacrifices much of its dirtiness. Shit appeals to the aberrant precisely because it is dirty, nasty, filthy. Scat may be used by zoologists in their identification and classification of mammals, but it can scarcely describe the subject, the object, of the adoration, compulsion, infatuation, passion, preoccupation…the mania for shit; in and of itself, just the word, ‘shit’, conjures the most agreeable of sensations for the shameless. The timorous may view scat porn in their most daring foray into shit. Those of us to whom shit is a sublime aphrodisiac require much more than vicarious stimulation. A thorough befouling is required. We smear ourselves with shit. We eat shit. Shit casts us into a state of rhapsodic ecstasy. An intoxication prevails, born of the psychological and behavioural obsession with filth.

Pee, simply because I am a sissy faggot, and piss is too much of a boy thing. As a third-gender faggot, I do not have a cock. My tiny clittie is good only for peeing while sitting. Cocks may piss; little dicklets like mine, pee. Pee is also delectably drinkable. I love it when men pee in my mouth, when they pee in my face, and all over me. As  lifelong faggot, I have also always douched with pee – with my own, and with the pee of the men I suck, the men who fuck me. The virtues and the joys of pee are innumerable. I pee and shit in my bath, of course, but I also just pour pee over my head, face and body, for refreshment, for the fragrance of it. Cum, and pee, and shit are perfect together. I cannot cum myself; so I rely on men for that. If ample pee and shit are not forthcoming from men for whatever reason, I add my own to their cum.