RIGHT? Apparently this IS an inherently female thing, because all the guys I know are like YEAHHHH! PEEING IN THE WATER! WEEEEEE!
Represent. It's one of those things you HAVE to do if you want the right to keep calling yourself a man. See also: writing in snow, off high bridges/roofs, on the car door handle of your ex.
I think this letter is exceptionally well written, which was probably why you got a response. Rather than some semi-legible ranting and threats, you laid out the facts and provided an articulate explanation of your position. I would either ensure a third party was involved in the calls, or keep it written.
Welcome to the 'ool; notice there's no p in it I pee in the river (ocean, pool, hot tub, neighbor's bath tub) all the time, but I've never done it from a position where the pee would be airborne before contacting water. Why weren't you sitting? Or, like floating feet first?
Re: Welcome to the 'ool; notice there's no p in it I was sort of squatting with my knees bent. The "river" is very shallow and you can stand up in most parts of it. Perfect for a safe tubing trip, not so good for actual swimming.
For real. Even I managed to poop three times the week we spent in SC. You make me feel almost normal.
I feel like my bathroom habits are fairly normal, but they have to be IN an actual bathroom. All bets are off in the woods.
The Husband and I are going to go camping next month. I don't know - for reals - If I can poop in the woods.
Between the random bugs flying onto your cooter and onto your freshly laid pile of poo, plus the literal squat stance you have to take, I am with you on that. I think any future camping trips are going to include daily runs to the nearest 7/11 because I really don't think I can poop in the woods.
yeah I'm going to have to discuss this with The Husband. I'm wayyyyy less thrilled with this idea now.
Not attract, but if you are hovering your uncovered vagina over the ground, I am thinking there is a good chance a gnat or fly passing by is going to try to investigate.
You should grow a formidable mane of public hair to protect yourself from intruding insects and other various vaginal hazards.
I'm a very visual person, and bewildered, I really really don't need to think of you doing that. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I'M PICTURING RIGHT NOW. HOVERING VAGINA!!! I forgot the worst part--OVER A PILE OF POO! WITH FLIES! UGH.
That's exactly the action of using a port-o-potty: dangling your junk over an exposed, toxic pile of inhumane crimes. With the added pleasures of no sink and drunk people outside who are smacking on the door and contemplating tipping it over door-side just for laughs.
I think the closest Ive came to being disgusted by the peeing in pools, lake, rivers etc was during my buddies bachelor party in Vegas. We paid for a poolside bed/table thing one day and drank a bunch. My friend who we were out their for is a semi meat head want to be more country than he is type. Like being in high school sports again he chided anyone who got out of the pool to take a piss. So it was a day spent drinking and barely wading off a few feet to piss and the game became trying to poor beer cans of water on unsuspecting pee-ers heads. Very bro-ey. That smug half eyes rolled up look is the dead give away of someone peeing. Also, shitting in the woods. I did it once dirt biking. I remember being misled by the sight of it. It was the first, and to my memory, only time I had seen my shit not framed by a toilet bowl. It looks quite different not being suspended in water, sadder somehow, the weight of gravity drooping it like an unwatered flower. There has to be buckets or camping toilet seat contraptions you can get that make it a little more comfortable to shit. Im with Currer Bell though, camping for leisure time activity never appealed to me.
I love camping, but when it goes wrong its like God's way of promoting the hotel industry. There are so many ways to define "camping". There's the true "roughing it" where you catch and/or forage your food then sleep under a beautiful starry sky-- and there's other kinds--mostly centring on filling your car with beer and drugs, getting too fucked up to set up your tent and then just sleeping in the car for the rest of the weekend because fuck it.
Ok camping for our purposes is tent, cooler, beer, hiking, cooking on a fire or eating sammiches. I'm not about to chase my food or something like that. Oh. And bug spray. LOTS of bug spray.