#perineum

Congratulations, that's your perineum! It's actually a common erogenous (sexually pleasurable) zone! There are actually a lot of nerves down there, similar to the anus, and there's nothing wrong with enjoying that.

That's the same general area that people with prostates can massage their prostate externally. But you don't need a prostate for the area to be pleasurable.

(Also you could have a prostate, there isn't really a "should", some people just have prostates and some don't.)

/ˈɡuː.tʃi/

Adjective

Perineumlike; resembling or evocative of the area between the genitals and the anus; perineal in nature or appearance.

Me and @hannibals-shattered-teacup 4-ever

Aziraphale: “Do you want to see the new West End musical in the perineum between our holiday and the fete in Tadfield?”

Crowley: “The wot??”

Aziraphale: “The new musical? The one that’s based on the story of Job?”

Crowley: “No, I remember that. It’s going to be a disaster. I meant what did you call the time period?”

Aziraphale: “The perineum- you know, the time between two things”

Crowley: *vaguely imitating The Princess Bride* “You keep using that word. I don’t think it means what you think it means.”

Aziraphale: *smugly* “I’m sure that it does. It’s what the week between Christmas and New Years is called.”

Crowley: *cackling* “…that was a prank!! I can’t believe it became a Thing!”

Aziraphale: “*You* are responsible for this?” *pause and then trying to hide his amusement* “I always wondered how that body part became associated with that time of year.”

Crowley: *with some glee* “It appears you’re trying to be responsible for it expanding!”

Aziraphale: “Fine! I shall use ‘interim’, if that meets your approval?”

Crowley: *with a hint of sarcasm and a lot of fondness* “You’re an angel, I don’t think you can do anything wrong.”

****Inspired by David Tennant using the word “perineum” twice within a couple weeks to refer to a time period. ****

This is the first occurrence: (for context: right before this, the hosts talked about a brand of boxer shorts, that Jamie Oliver recommended, called Saxx)

I did confirm with a British friend, that ^^ that is apparently a Thing. This was the second occurrence, which I don’t think is 😂😅:

I added this ficlet to ao3

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You’ve been lied to your whole life.

Not about taxes. Not about calories. Not even about the clitoris.

No -- I’m talking about the taint.

That forgotten, sweat-slicked little strip of existential real estate. That unclaimed demilitarized zone between the Garden of Eden and the basement exit. That thin, trembling line separating birth from betrayal.

Let’s get one thing straight:

Women. Have. Taints.

And the fact that society pretends otherwise is the biggest act of anatomical erasure since we collectively pretended “muffin top” was a term of endearment.

What Is a Taint?

Also known as:

The perineum (if you’re a doctor)

The gooch (if you’ve ever owned a PS2 and shame)

The grundle (if you’ve dated a bassist with holes in his bedsheets)

The Devil’s Slip-N-Slide (if you lost your dignity at Coachella)

Technically: The area between the genitals and the anus.

But spiritually? It’s the pause in God’s sentence. The hallway between the altar and the dungeon. Where gender, shame, and deodorant go to die.

Who Gets One?

Let’s be clear:

Whether you’re slinging rope or cupping petals, Packing a sword or folding origami, Carrying a bratwurst or spinning soft serve--

You. Have. A. Taint.

And if you’ve made it this far in life without realizing that, congrats: The Gendered Body-Shame Industrial Complex™ got you good.

“But Isn’t ‘Taint’ a Guy Word?”

Sure. Historically, “taint” was born in a locker room, raised by Mountain Dew, educated on Reddit, and baptized in Axe body spray and unwashed denim.

It was linguistically kidnapped by testosterone. But anatomically? It’s always been equal opportunity real estate.

The Untold History of the Female Taint

While men gave their taints nicknames, legends, and the occasional slap of bar soap, women got radio silence.

Your undercarriage? Ignored. Unlabeled. Uncharted. Unclaimed.

You’ve spent years exfoliating thighs, moisturizing elbows, waxing upper lips, and no one told you there’s a whole-ass biome between your peach and your backdoor.

A diplomatic zone. A liminal plane. The Gooch of God.

Let’s Talk Coverage Bias

Boobs – Glorified. Ass – Worshiped. Clitoris – Found in 1998. Labia – Misunderstood poetry. Taint – Ghosted by the discourse.

Why?

Because it’s funny. And sweaty. And neutral. You can’t put the taint in a skincare ad. You can’t slap it on a billboard next to Zendaya.

So they buried it. But not anymore.

What Makes the Taint Powerful?

It’s the only body part that:

Isn’t sexualized

Isn’t aestheticized

Isn’t sacred

Isn’t political

Isn’t monetized

Isn’t defended

It just sits there. Quiet. Unbranded. Unfazed.

The Switzerland of your anatomy. And that makes it sacred.

Linguistic Justice: New Names for the Unspoken Strip

Let’s reclaim it. Together.

Choose your fighter:

The Fleshbridge

The Forbidden Fajita

The Undercooch

The Sin Tundra

The Emotionless Alley

Devil’s Hallway

The Oathbreaker’s Strip

The Nether Yawn

The Biblical Buffer Zone

Purgatory Patch™

Use one. Use all. Carve them into legend. Your gooch deserves lore.

Taint Hygiene: No Gender Exemptions

Let’s get clinical:

Your taint:

Sweats like a rat in court

Smells like memory foam soaked in regret

Collects swamp gas in yoga pants

Develops character when ignored

You want to be “body positive”? Start with your body’s most neglected ambassador.

Wash it. Respect it. Scrub it like it holds your ancestral secrets.

Because it does.

The Psychological Impact of Owning Your Gooch

This isn’t just hygiene. This is existential.

When you accept your taint:

Your shame disintegrates

Your ego softens

Your orgasms get biblical

Your subconscious throws you a birthday party

Your confidence goes from “Hi” to “Get in the car”

Women who accept their taints are terrifying. Not because they’re vulgar. But because they’re free.

The Taint Test: Feminist Edition

Ask your friend with the moon tattoo and five therapists:

Do women have taints?

Can I call mine a grundle and still respect myself?

If I ignore my perineum, am I truly body neutral?

Watch her eyes glaze. Watch her ego freeze. Watch her realize she has homework.

Because the truth? The truth smells like sweat and freedom.

If You’re a Woman Reading This…

You have no excuse. That strip between your temple and your sewer? The runway between soft moan and war crime?

That’s your taint. Give it a name. Give it a wash. Give it a f*cking memoir.

TL;DR

The taint is real. The taint is universal. Women have taints. Men don’t own it. But sweat sure does.

This isn’t just anatomy. It’s resistance.

CALL TO ACTION

Repost this before someone calls it “cisnormative perineum propaganda.” Send it to a friend who hasn’t washed theirs since brunch. Share it if you’ve ever worn leggings and left a chalk outline on the couch.

LEGAL NOTICE

This post is satire, educational, anatomical performance art, cultural resistance, and locker room theology.

It is protected by the U.S. Constitution, the Geneva Convention on Meme Warfare, and the sacred rites of Exfoliating Before Sex.

If you’re offended: Wash deeper. Laugh louder. Own your fleshbridge.

Because if you can’t name it -- The patriarchy still owns it.

And they ain’t gonna wash it for you.

And that, my friend, is the real tragedy.

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