Let’s Talk About Butts

Since my stroke in September, my perspective on the world has changed. Not just how I think, but how I literally view the world from two feet lower in a wheelchair. I used to see eye-to-eye with most people, but today, I’m eye-to-ass with just about every human around me. One trip to Target and I can see nearly every phase of the moon. Allow me to elaborate.

Sir Mix-A-Lot may relish the view from at my altitude, but I can’t get to hyperspace fast enough when I’m surrounded by a solar system of cheesy planetary matter.

Sometimes it’s not the size of the ass that’s funny, but the fact that there’s nothing there. Take for instance, what I call “the bass.” Similar to cankles, the bass has no distinction between where the back ends and ass begins. Out of nowhere, a crack in the glutinous maximus forms and depending on size, a sweat trough of sorts can easily appear.

Conversely, I’ve seen others who seem to fit into the squash category, namely winter gourds. Remember when we were kids and there was a cartoon character who would wear a barrel with suspenders? Imagine if that barrel was a giant pumpkin squeezed into slacks. It’s not like I didn’t notice these things before, but at age seven, I couldn’t articulate what was in front of me.

I think the ass is the ultimate “to each his own” scenery. Everybody has their favorites. If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s this: One man’s turd cutter is another man’s work of art… and I can hardly wait to get back to the eye-to-eye perspective.

5 Comments

  1. Stacey, I appreciate you reading my thoughts and taking the time to comment. No genders were assigned to shapes! As a matter of fact, I’m sitting on my bass right now!

  2. Too funny! “Cheesy planetary matter,” and “turd cutter” are among my favorite lines in this story.

  3. Haha… You’re funny.

  4. Mine too

  5. Trey,
    Thanks for helping me navigate in the world of “Blog”
    Just read all five of your posts and am glad that I did.
    I look forward to reading more 🙂
    Glenn