A deep dive into America’s final sexual frontier: the ass.

On January 11, 1997, I passed a folded note forward to Rozz Marshall from the back row of Coach Schaeffer’s ninth-grade biology class. The note was the sixth or seventh in a series of attempts to audibly gross out the other person while we were supposed to be quietly reading or whatever.

For my turn I wrote a single word: analingus. It worked. In response to Rozz’s retch-laugh, Coach Schaeffer took the note and prepared to read it aloud to the rest of the class. As his mouth silently held the shape of the word’s first syllable, the color drained from his face and his eyes left the scrap of paper for a spot somewhere in the middle distance above my head.

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