Sara stands outside on a summer day in the countryside, and feels the urge. She looks: The coast is clear. She squats, pulls her underwear aside, and pees. For people with vulvas , peeing outside, like many other things—becoming president, screaming during a work meeting, wearing comfortable but fashionable shoes—is just not extended to us as a social norm. Now with public bathrooms and restrooms in private businesses—often inaccessible in the best of times—overwhelmingly closed, women are faced with a challenge: to do any sort of safe socialization, a good old-fashioned nature pee may be necessary. Perhaps during a year with so much upheaval, being demure about our bodily functions feels stupid.
Women, Facing Closed Bathrooms and Fearing the Virus, Embrace Peeing Outside
Peeing Stories - Wattpad
This morning I went out to pee in the woods, and I was followed by two sheep who peed with me about three feet away. Simultaneous peeing. It was great. Current mood:Having to pee so bad that when suddenly you are like I gotta fart but your like I know if I fart I am going to wet my pants.
In Praise of Peeing Outside
When I was 10, I learned how to pee outside. We camped the whole way down and the whole way back. Camping was heaven.
But privacy is an issue, and so is snow. I don't mind squatting, but then I don't have knee issues. For me, the biggest problem is lack of washing facilities near my favorite bushes. Unfortunately, for women, drip drying is just not a great option, as you eventually start to smell like a substandard nursing home. I refuse to leave bits of toilet paper lying around, even buried.