Why do people funnel alcohol

This refers to the process by which the concentration of a substance taken orally is reduced before it starts circulating through your body.

Second, it also bypasses your liver and stomach, which contain alcohol dehydrogenase and aldehyde dehydrogenase. These enzymes work together to break down alcohol. As a result, alcohol is absorbed into the bloodstream through the lining of the colon without being broken down. Imagine rubbing it onto a paper cut. This can not only cause pain in the delicate skin of your anus, but also lead to inflammation of your intestines a condition called colitis , which can cause cramping.

And while some people find the experience uncomfortable or painful, some people enjoy the sensation. There are plenty of nerve endings in the anus and rectum. Some people like to stimulate these nerve endings through alcohol enemas. The biggest one is ingesting too much alcohol. Remember, it takes a lot less alcohol ingested anally to produce the same effects that drinking alcohol would.

When you drink too much alcohol, you tend to throw up. While unpleasant, this is actually a pretty useful reflex. This increases your risk of alcohol poisoning, which can be life threatening. Some symptoms of alcohol poisoning include:. Ideally, a concentration of less than 5 percent is what you want. Remember, it takes way less alcohol to feel drunk when you ingest alcohol this way.

Make sure at least one person is sober and knows how to recognize signs of alcohol poisoning. Butt-chugging might be an efficient way to get drunk, but it comes with some major risks that can be life threatening.

Aside from the more serious risks, it can also make you feel seriously uncomfortable down there. Adam England is a freelance writer and journalist. He focuses on health, culture, and lifestyle. Vaping alcohol is the practice of "smoking" alcohol. It can lead to alcohol poisoning and may have long-term side effects, too. It's about butt-chugging, so, you know.

A butt chugger is one who consumes alcohol through his or her anus. The vessel for this alcohol enema can be a funnel or soaked tampon. The latter is called "slimming. Look disgusting? There's a point to it!

Alcohol is absorbed into your bloodstream faster through your rectum than through your mouth. Also, you don't get the smell of alcohol on your breath. Still, it does allow one to see the world from a different point of view. And not simply because I spent much of said evening flat on my back, glutes floating in midair, angling a booze-loaded enema bottle. No, it's deeper than that. Deeper, too, than the enema's one-and-a-half inch, pre-lubricated nozzle that penetrated my interior sphincter. The point is, fresh perspectives blossom after butt chugging a glass of Franzia and a half a pint of vodka.

I insist on "Sunset Blush" for the wine. The name suggests a kind of tenderness one's bum might find acceptable, even inviting. I also purchase vodka and whiskey, for comparison as well as a quicker fix. Across the street from the liquor store, the pharmacy sells two-for-one enemas.

Back at the house, I carefully pour two shots of Sunset Blush into the enema bottle. The classic elbows-and-knees doggie-style with a drip towel underneath seems like the most respectable option. Behind the closed bathroom door, my rear shimmies skyward as I try to steady my weight with the left forearm while the right contorts uncomfortably behind, poking clumsily for the entry point.

A few deep breaths help ease the pigeon baster inward and a cool blast of Sunset Blush hits my innards. Not too bad. No stinging. Maybe a little more drippage than I'd like. But my sphincter revolts. While trying to coax my anus both physically and verbally "Shhhh, it's OK.

It's OK" , I take stock of my own compromising position. I feel, well, there's no other way to put it… it feels so damn degrading. For fear of sounding flippant, I won't say that I finally connected emotionally with my feminist sisters who deride doggie-style sex as a form of demeaning subjugation. But yeah, there's pretty much no way to feel empowered when you're on your hands and knees and something is going up your ass.

After that epiphany, I wipe off the excess Franzia, pull up my pants and go to the kitchen where the SO and I make pizza. I had expected a quick rush of inebriation, or, at the very least, heavy blushing of the upper cheeks.

No dice. Just sore quads and slight dizziness from a heady blood-rush. I measure out six ounces and try it again, this time leaning against the tub with my left leg hitched to the low-hanging towel rack and the right sticking into the sink. Considering the difficulties I had the last go-around, I lather the enema up good with Vaseline.

Positioned like a woman in a gynecologist's stirrups and over the initial novelty, I work the enema like a physician going through the motions. I begin to drift back to simpler times:. My old roommate and I used to drink so much that we got bored with the basic mechanics of intoxication.

We hunted down exciting alternatives. Thankfully, he worked at a store that sold all manner of hippie kitsch. He stole a small fog-creating fountain shaped like a mountain spring that we filled with booze, hoping to get drunk on the whiskey fumes we collected in a bottomless two-liter bottle. It was a disappointment and worse, a waste of whiskey. The frat bros who "allegedly" butt chugged must have been bored, too. What's left after numerous games of beer pong, beer 30, shotguns, shot o'clock, belly shots, keg stands, ice luges, beer helmets, and Edward Fortyhands?

Only some overused beer bong tubing and the next logical step. If, as I suspect, Xander was so bored and so aroused by the novelty of butt chugging that he actually broke culturally-accepted drinking rituals by performing the taboo act with such gusto that he was sent to the hospital with a BAC of. What does bother me, however, was Xander's homophobic non-sequitur at the press conference as relayed by his lawyer. A good number of hetrosexual men enjoy "kinky" activities like anal fingering, butt plugs, and strap-ons.

Still, prejudiced tool or not, he was onto something when he derided the media for its reckless, giggly coverage. Everyone was so amused by the act itself that Xander's incredibly ill-informed and homophobic statement was essentially ignored, or maybe it's taken for granted that a year-old bro hates gay people. Is our culture doomed? I ask myself, as I finish putting what is now a full glass of Franzia into my ass.