Never found a place I had any issues with but other than Clinton County I don’t go out of my way to drop a deuce just because I’m there.
At my elementary school guys hated when we had to pinch a loaf because there were no doors on the stalls. We’d try to go when no classes would be going, because everyone would look at you like they’d ever seen somebody sitting on the throne in their lives. There are times when I’d probably drop one in a display terlit at Home Depot if I needed to badly enough. Fortunately this has only happened in my dreams.
Option not given: Indifferent. I’m an indifferent pooper.
Thank you.
Ewww, so it was you!
Hard to say. My colon seems to be well-trained and rarely presents any need to poop unless I’m at home or I have a disease. It’s hard to explain, perhaps; I’ll arrive at home, and my colon seems to know where I am and then suddenly kicks into gear. I wouldn’t call it shyness, exactly.
I usually go at work after I’ve had a couple of cups of tea. I’m not sure that makes me “enthusiastic”, but I have no problem with it.
However:
- I often get constipated at the start of a trip away from home (possibly due to the change in diet or caffeine consumption).
- I have a shy bladder.
Of course I prefer to shit at home, but I’m not going to hold it just so I can go at home. Public restrooms don’t bother me (well, except for when I have to clean up after the last person because they were a moron and just pissed all over the seat because “Eww! No way I’m touching a public toilet seat! Doesn’t everyone know I’m a special snowflake?!”).
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I chose “enthusiastic”. The pilot/copilot and pilot/bombardier crappers at Philmont, and a host of other even less sanitary and sketchier pooping contrivances that I encountered in Boy Scouts relieved me of any compunctions about crapping in the open, or in less than pristine conditions.
Probably the most odd crap I’ve had: At the Koninklijke Porceleyne Fles in Delft, Netherlands. Not all that remarkable, except that I was dropping the kids off in a beautifully decorated Delft Blue porcelain crapper.
Ever had the feeling that some people are full of it?
I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve pooped in a public restroom (not counting hotel rooms; that’s just like being at home). It really has to be bordering on emergency for me to even entertain the idea and it surprises me how many people are exactly the opposite. My ex was like all of you who are saying you’ll go anywhere any time. For some reason Home Depot always seemed to get his bowels moving. Me, I can barely stand to spend the time it takes to wash my hands in public bathroom.
If you were ever in the Army and were completely fearful I think it might prove fatal. Under the conditions you are subject to you get over your reluctance fast. Like being able to go in a moving armored vehicle using a trashbag in an MRE box. Or the latrine at Fort Irwin where the toilets had no stalls and there was a long row of shitters facing another long row of shitters (maybe it has been changed since, that was a long time ago). I still voted reticent. If possible I would prefer to be home but if not possible so be it.
No, that wasn’t me. 
But I have no problem using public toilets, outhouses or even while camping, taking myself off to a quiet place in the woods.
I have heard stories of guys deliberately shitting on car seats, or in someone’s hat, or on their floor. I’m not quite that comfortable.
When I was younger I was shy, but by college I was well into my 2-3 per day minimum, a trend which has continued in the two decades since then. With that kind of rhythm, the shyness had to die. And it did.
I will crap anywhere.
I was on a long international flight with some friends a few years ago, and one of the guys was going nuts because he couldn’t poop on a plane. I was like… What??? You gotta go, just go!!! I had heard of shy bladder, but that’s with other people around. In this case, you’re all by yourself. What is the problem???
I tend to wait to poop until I’m at work. Might as well get paid for it. Besides, we have toilets with power flush here. Much more effective.
This is probably the only place I will avoid it. You have to get up, and make other people get up if you’re not in an aisle seat, and then often have to hope that the lavatory is unoccupied, and then there’s pressure to be quick if all the rest of them are full.
I’m not sure I’d want to be G.G. Allin, but I admire his… flexibility.
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It’s private in the sense that nobody can see you, but it’s also loud, and cramped, and not isolated.
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As others mentioned, the mere act of traveling can cause constipation. Did he mean he didn’t like pooping on planes, was uncomfortable, or was incapable?
As you might expect, I’m “enthusiastic”, but I did recently find a place I couldn’t go. We are house-shopping, and there’s no way I can poop in someone else’s silent, empty house with only my husband and the realtor around. At least, not if we don’t intend to buy!
Honestly, so very many people seem so curious to see, and yet they call me shy like I have the problem…
Just wanted to say that the terms “poo” and “pooer” are revolting euphemisms that suggest a three-year-old emitting soft, sticky turds.