What kind of position is this done in? It seems like if you're standing up dumping water down your ass you're going to get your pants or floor all wet and if you sit down how do you get good coverage? Also, doesn't the tp tend to fall apart as soon as it gets wet? That seems like it would make a whole new mess to clean up. One thing I've always wondered about using a bidet is how do you dry yourself off after using it? Toilet paper? A dedicated ass towel? How often do you wash that towel?
Chalk me up as another who thought bed sheet changing only really had to be done if love stains or immense amounts of sweat ended up there. I shower every morning, so whatever is on me is washed off for the day. I change my pillow cases weekly though, despite changing my sheets like once a month. I like clean pillow cases (mmmm smells good).
TiBers and TiBettes, I present to you the future: I am one of the lucky few to own such a commode (due to a crippled mother) and believe me, it is every bit as awesome as the advertisement makes it out to be. When I found out that this throne was going to be installed at my mothers house I was dubious. After all, it is just a toilet, surely what amounts to a basin to deposit my shit could not change my life? When the Angels of the defecation Gods arrived to bestow this gift upon us, I was still dismissive, my rational mind was telling myself "it is only a toilet, I sit, I shit, wipe, flush and leave. How can such a thing be revolutionised?" The Angels extolled the virtues of the throne, announcing that "I think I love these things more than my wife and kids" I snorted, dismissing such exaltations to be the result of a poor marriage to an ugly wife and foul smelling, retarded offspring. Then he handed me the instruction bible and remote. A fucking remote. For a toilet. Holding it like a tablet containing the commandments from God himself I finally saw the capabilities that this holy throne fit for a God held. No longer would I have to deal with the unpleasantry of wiping, for now at a press of a button on the holy tablet I could have a jet of water at the temperature, pressure and direction of my choosing to wash away the sin of shit from my arsehole. 'But Lyle, surely now your arsehole will be damp after being washed by the holy water?' I hear you ask. A valid question, a concern I once had before I was enlightened. God's plan is way ahead of you, for after cleansing away your sin, warm air gently caresses until dry, leaving so little trace of what happened even the most thorough of Forensic Pathologists would be unable to ascertain when the last time you shat was. In all seriousness, this toilet is alright. Between breaking my wrist in my dominant hand before it got installed last year, and when I came back from India recently with an apocalyptic case of Delhi belly, this thing truly was a god send. If you ever have £4000 of disposable cash, please invest in this. Eventually the money you'll save on tp / baby wipes will even it out. it even has a button that if pressed washes your balls. What more could you possible want from a toilet?
Sit and lean forward of course. You have to use good quality tp of course. The cheap shit falls apart in a second but some good quality charmin holds up just fine. Also, because things are wet, you don't have to wipe as hard. The toilet paper dries your ass too. Dedicated ass towel? Blegh. The downside of this is that, as if it wasn't bad enough already, taking a dump in a public restroom never leaves me feeling clean.
Twice, I have walked in on this in the restroom in my office building, the most recent time being earlier today. (I have not been able to identify who this dude is, though.) In the restroom in the hall, there are two urinals and one stall. The stall is directly inline with the entry door. So, as you walk in the first thing you see when you come in the door is the stall. If the stall door is closed, the angle of approach is such that you can see feet if there's anybody in there. Well, not feet, thank God, but shoes. Depending on the shitter's technique, you can see crumpled up pants gathered at the tops of the shoes and so forth. So, what I saw was this: two shoes and a pant leg. I don't mean the leg slid down and gathered above the shoe. I mean an empty fucking pant leg. What the hell kind of deuce are you dropping that you need to remove one pant leg? YEAH, MOTHER FUCKER! Show that turd who's the boss! Odd.
And then you have to dry your ass with the towel, which was not only still wet from the previous shower, but will -- thanks to your jihad on toilet paper -- continue to be wet for the rest of the day. Thusly, you will have to wash it (also, it was on your ass crack). I prefer just to piss outside. That way I don't have to worry about stepping in/on it, flushing concerns, or any of that nonsense. Also, I get a refreshing breeze down there. It's quite nice. Also, I am a big fan of the aqua dump, wherein you take a shit in a lake/river/ocean. Then you just swim around for a bit and all the poo goo goes bye bye. Clean, natural, pure, feels fantastic.
Duh, it's like one of those old-school well pump. Lift a leg and crack away till you're out of poo. Spoiler
Focus: 1. I only wash my towels once a week. It is weird to wash a towel everyday when its only use is to dry off clean water. 2. I usually brush my teeth outside of the bathroom, preferably while watching TV or listening to what my roommates are yammering about. Sometimes I brush in the shower depending on the mood. I can see where the consternation would come in though if you share a bathroom with roommates (but a toothbrush in the shower is less unsightly than pubes that are not yours). 3. Speaking of pubes, I have gotten into the habit of trimming my pubes naked in the backyard. It partly comes from the ingrained fear of clogging up the shower. 4. I wipe my ass in a half standing crouch position. Staying seated boggles my mind because it feels as if I'm doing squats in the gym. I also tend to use a folded wad of wet toilet paper afterward to rid any lingering shit particles (only when I am at home of course, its too strange running with the pants around your ankles in a public washroom).
Focus: All the talk about towels made me think about my post shower ritual where I shake excess water off like a dog. An ex saw me do it once and made fun of me for months when she would see me taking a shower. I mean, it's less water that need to evaporate form your towel when you hang it up right?
I wash my towels weekly. Rather. I drop my towels off to be washed weekly. Not having a w/d connection makes laundry time fun. Sheets are washed...less often than some would say they should be. I walk around to brush my teeth, and only spit once...when I'm finished. I sleep naked. I don't understand not sleeping naked unless it's girltime. I constantly suck on ice. If I don't have ice, I have gum. If I don't have either, I'm pissy. People who stand up to wipe are weirdos. Seriously. Sit down and wipe your asshole. Unless you have some kind of congenital ass deformity you shouldn't smear poo up your back. However, I can't poo when there's someone else in the bathroom. I'm afraid it'll plop and I cringe with embarrassment.
Back on topic... I can't sleep naked. It's just so... weird and foreign. My dick will slide on the sheets and I'll either get hard or feel really uncomfortable.
I can't sleep naked because what if there is a fire and I am naked? I can't take the time to get dressed and then not only will my house have caught on fire and I lost all of my worldly possessions, but I will have to move out of the state because people who I didn't want to saw me naked.
I don't understand this logic. a) keep a robe by your bed, literally in arm's distance. b) don't your clothes get all wrapped around you at night?
Mybe it's just because I'm a guy, but I don't even have a big package and I couldn't give a fuck if my neighbors saw me naked while I was escaping a fire. If my swinging balls are their biggest concern, that's their problem.
I feel that we should have a poll. I'm a naked sleeper, and think it is weird that people sleep any other way. In fact, if it were socially acceptable, I'd walk around in my birthday suit 24/7. Clothes constrict me. Plus, if you have your significant other there, there is nothing better than skin on skin and the way they smell. Mmmmmm.
To answer the questions....because apparently I am a big wierdo ... Yes, after thinking "did the pets and husband make it out ok", my next thought would be "fuck, I'm naked" The house is on fire, I don't want to complicate things by having to grab a robe, if I have time to grab anything it would be my pets No, my clothes don't get tangled up any more than the sheets do or normal clothes do as you go around your normal life. It's not like I am wearing a silk negligee or flannel nightgown, it is typically shorts and a tank. I have also mentioned before that I wear a bra pretty much 24/7 because my boobs feel too heavy otherwise so a bra is more comfortable Now question for the naked sleepers, when did you get into this habit? Did you never have to share a room with a sister or a roommate?
I hear big boobied women say all the time that they sleep with a bra on and this completely bewilders me. Sure, I get the support and organization of said pendulous breasts argument, but sleeping with waistbands and bras and stuff make me wake up with an aching back. Maybe my bras are too small and I need to get professionally fitted or something, or maybe it has to do with my chronic back problems, but I could never ever sleep with a bra.
If they don't bother your back during the day, then why would it bother you at night? For me, I wear the bra to help my back (and boobs), because it supports me better since there is less movement. But regardless, you should get professionally fitted. Bras should be comfortable so if it isn't, likely you have the wrong size.