Let’s rip the band-aid off right away. The phrase Anal Tradition sounds absurd, doesn’t it? That’s the point. It’s supposed to crawl under your skin, poke your brain, and make you uncomfortable for a second. Because discomfort makes people think. And thinking is exactly what anal tradition calls for.
So, what the hell is it?
Anal tradition is when I take any boring, controlling, or suffocating rule and slap “anal-” in front of it. Not because it’s dirty, but because it exposes how stupidly rigid the rule is. It turns every “you have to” into “oh really? Do I?” It’s rebellion packaged in satire. It’s like anal sex itself: everybody says it’s taboo, many pretend it’s disgusting, but once you try it, you realize it’s complicated—sometimes painful, sometimes pleasurable, always intense, and definitely not something you forget.
And that’s why I use it. Because life is anal. Society is anal. HR manuals, office etiquette, school uniforms, cultural expectations, fake politeness—they’re all anal. Tight, stiff, uncomfortable, yet obsessed with control.
Anal Examples That Rule My World
Here’s what I mean. Let me paint you a gallery of my favorite anal traditions:
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Anal-schedule: When your boss insists you show up five minutes early, unpaid, just to prove loyalty. Why? Because the anal-clock matters more than the actual work.
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Anal-politeness: The kind where people smile through gritted teeth and stab you with passive-aggressive comments. “Oh, I love your outfit—it’s so brave.” Anal-niceness in a nutshell.
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Anal-manual: HR’s bible of corporate commandments. Need to sneeze? Better check page 362, subsection C. If it’s not in the manual, you’re fired.
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Anal-promotion: Watching someone climb the corporate ladder not because they’re good, but because they kissed enough asses or mastered the art of nodding at the right moment.
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Anal-hospitality: When hosts tell you to “make yourself at home” but glare when you put your feet on the table.
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Anal-fashion: Swastifashion’s cousin. When people pretend “wear what you want” but laugh when you show up in leather, spikes, or latex.
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Anal-love: Relationships where everything has to follow rules—“text me goodnight every evening,” “like my post within 3 minutes.” Because nothing says intimacy like obligation.
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Anal-politics: Every time you hear “we need to come together in unity” while politicians tear each other apart and hide their scandals.
When Anal Becomes a Compliment
But here’s where it gets fun. Anal isn’t just negative. Sometimes, I flip it on purpose and make it a compliment. It’s the absurd twist that catches people off guard.
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Anal-good: That pizza that makes you want to moan out loud. It’s not just good, it’s anal-good. Wrong, but right.
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Anal-strong: When a riff hits so hard it makes you want to throw a chair through a window.
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Anal-clean: The rare feeling of walking into a bathroom at a festival and thinking, “Wait, am I hallucinating? This isn’t a crime scene.”
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Anal-fun: The kind of fun that leaves bruises, hangovers, or memories you shouldn’t repeat at family dinners.
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Anal-beautiful: The way gothic darkness can be breathtaking and grotesque at the same time.
Why do I twist it like that? Because the human brain can’t process the contradiction. People freeze. They laugh. They question themselves. They whisper, “Did she really just say that?” And that’s the whole point—my obsession with the word anal is a linguistic weapon.
Why I’m Obsessed with Anal Tradition
First, let’s state the obvious. I like making people uncomfortable. Watching someone’s polite mask slip for a second when I drop the word anal in casual conversation? That’s priceless. Because it shows how fragile people’s comfort zones are. If a single word can make you sweat, maybe you’ve built your life on shallow ground.
Second, anal is the perfect metaphor for society. It’s tight, controlling, obsessed with keeping things “proper.” But with the right perspective, you realize it can also be liberating. It’s the reminder that what feels wrong can actually feel powerful.
Third, it’s mine. People expect “gothic frontwoman” to be all about darkness, blood, and tragedy. But I’d rather say “anal-fantastic” just to ruin someone’s attempt at putting me in a neat little box.
And finally, it’s funny as hell. Humor is a survival weapon. I’ve been broken, mocked, underestimated. Laughter that makes other people squirm? That’s revenge.
The Cultural Function of Anal Tradition
You might think this is just wordplay. But it’s more than that. Anal tradition is rebellion with lipstick. It’s a refusal to follow linguistic rules. It’s about taking the sacred and corrupting it, not for shock alone, but to point out how absurd those rules always were.
Language shapes power. That’s why corporate jargon, political slogans, and cultural etiquette feel suffocating—they’re designed to control. By corrupting the language itself, by turning every sacred word into something uncomfortable, I loosen the grip of those rules. I turn their power into comedy.
When I say anal-schedule, suddenly the rule looks as stupid as it feels. When I call a band “anal-good,” suddenly the compliment becomes chaotic and funny. The power flips. And people either laugh, or they cringe. Either way, I win.
Why Anal Tradition Matters Now
We’re living in a world of anal-tradition overload. Everywhere you look, there’s a rule disguised as freedom:
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“Dress how you like” (but only if it fits the trend).
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“Say what you think” (but not if it offends anyone).
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“Work hard and you’ll be rewarded” (unless someone else played the politics game better).
We’re drowning in anal contradictions. Everyone pretends they’re free while being anal-enslaved by algorithms, corporations, and fake empowerment slogans.
My obsession with anal tradition is a mirror to that. It’s my way of spitting back at the system, of refusing to let words chain me. If I can laugh at it, I’ve already won.
Conclusion: Embrace the Anal
Here’s the final twist: anal tradition is not about humiliation—it’s about liberation.
Every time you hear me say it, you should ask yourself: what stupid rule is being exposed here? Is it anal-fashion telling you how to look? Anal-politics selling you unity while dividing you? Anal-schedule stealing your time? Or maybe it’s just something anal-good that you should stop pretending to be embarrassed about enjoying.
Because if you can’t laugh at the anal rules in your life, you’ll end up living by them.
And that’s the worst anal-tradition of all.
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