On eating ass

What is the shape of pleasure?

What is the shape of pleasure? Could it be circular — looping infinitely upon itself, always returning to where it started?

There are those who say the human body is a temple, but a temple, too, has its thresholds, its sanctuaries hidden, its altars in the least expected places. In an act so intimate, we discover that orifices are not mere entry points into the physical but gateways into the metaphysical…

…and rimming — an act often veiled in taboo — invites us to reconsider what it means to give and receive pleasure in its most primal and existential sense.

The tongue becomes the philosopher’s tool, a vessel of inquiry. Does it not feel its way, charting the unexplored, rediscovering landscapes hidden by shame? How easy it is to dismiss the act as vulgar, to recoil, and yet, isn’t that the human condition: to flee from what we don’t understand? Why, then, does one recoil? Is it fear? Or perhaps… reverence?

Nietzsche, in his endless dance with existential dread, spoke of the abyss gazing back, but what if we reframe the question? What if, as we approach the body — its edges, its confines — the void ceases to be an enemy, and instead, becomes the soft flesh of being? Can we embrace it without judgment? Is the rim not the edge of the world and the beginning of another?