colostomy ethnography

Deep brown, burnished shit is extruded from the bright, proud infoliation in a steady paste-like stream in front of you: uniform, sweet-smelling fruit of the body, fertile medium, not negative substance. It hangs hot in a bag, flush with the abdomen, with the raised temperature even of congealed life. This is to describe a new bodily function, not a redescribe the old. The organ of this facture has achieved that pipe-dream of humanity: evacuation of the body is far removed from the pudenda, pleasure and pain. There are no nerve-endings and there is no sensation in the stoma.

Gillian Rose, Love's Work