While I was by no means the first person to find both comfort and humor in the concept of butt stuff, I have long been the outspoken champion of the rump renaissance. By the divine right of TFM user “21st Century Goose,” I was appointed “Patron Saint of Butt Stuff” back in August 2014, over 16 months ago, and I haven’t looked back since.
I didn’t make this amazing movement the internet phenomenon that it is today singlehandedly, though — we all played a part. I am merely the facilitator. The middle man. The curator of y’alls butt stuff art museum. My sincerest gratitude goes out to everyone who contributed to the #BUTTSTUFF2015 movement this year. This look back at #BUTTSTUFF2015 is dedicated to you.