I’ve dated two guys who pee while sitting down and I have to say it did bother me a little bit. I know it really shouldn’t be any of my concern and I’m not saying it’s reasonable or rational. It just struck me as all wrong. With the first one I think it kind of personified his abject laziness. He’d plop his ass down on the toilet and I’d think “jeez, you can’t even exert the effort to *piss * in the normal way!”. Thoughts of it being unmasculine never entered my mind.
The other guy, while not exactly feminine was also not the manliest man in the prison yard. I think as time went by that started to be more and more of a turn off for me and so the peeing thing got magnified in my mind “jeez, you even *piss * like a wuss”. If he hadn’t been so . . . passive in so many other ways, I don’t think it would have really made an impression on me.
I’ve answered this before but I’ll offer it again.
I pee sitting because it’s cleaner. I’ve got a habit of missing and/or having a shower-head affect at times. Missing is the result of my unfortunate, umm, length while flaccid. Mr Happy is perfectly average when transformed into action hero mode, a bit smallish otherwise ( it’s a grower, not a shower) . The shower-head mode? Beats me but sometimes’s it’s quite spectacular.
In a public restroom, a urnial solves both problems so I just stand.
Yes, by the way, I ]i]am* embarrassed about this and wouldn’t mention it outside my current anonymity. It just seems too silly. I think there’s a german insult, whose spelling I’ll botch, like sitzpisser which is what it sounds like and means, I understand “sissy”.
Well, I do it sitting down when I’m not wearing my glasses (at night, first thing in the AM, etc.). My vision is so bad that I could be pissing on the floor, the sink, or the tub for all I know. At least by sitting down I know that the stream is going where it’s supposed to go.
well, if you want to peel the bark off trees like a real man, you have to train.
Seriously, sometimes I sit, sometimes I stand, I clean my own toilet, and I never thought too much about any of it, that’s why they call me the outlier
Once Mr. brown and I rented a home which had only had one owner, a man and his family of sons. The home was advertised as “spotless”. It was indeed very clean, but Mr. brown discovered that the side of the bathtub next to the toilet was covered in a yellow haze. He said it was the result of the outside of the bathtub never having been cleaned during twenty years of occupancy by a family of four men. He spent a revolting morning scouring down the side of the tub with steel wool and bleach water, and from that day forth always sat down on our home toilet to pee.
Nobody knows what I do when I go in the bathroom and close the door. Nobody knows what you do when you go in the bathroom and close the door. Why in hell would you want to share this with anyone?
But since we ARE sharing: Oh, hell yeah, I stand. I pee in the sink, in the shower, in the wastebasket, wherever I damn well please. Hey, the door’s always closed – who’s to say different?
Because if you pee sitting down we will take your man card. Men must pee standing up, it is in the handbook. Consider yourself warned, I will be taking this up with the elders at the next meeting.
Wheres the sport. I pee standing up from the hallway. That takes talent.
However after sex. one curly hair across the front results in a split stream going in opp. directions. Then you have to use triage to determine what will be easier to cover up and pretend it never happened. Curtain. toilet paper roll. cat, side of sink… So many options.
I prefer to pee standing up, but it simply isn’t possible to do so in a toilet without making a mess. If I had a urinal in my house, of course I’d use it, but who wants that? (Besides Fern Forrest)
If I’m in a hurry, I’ll pee standing up even at home, but if I do it in my boxers, I become very aware of how messy it is, because I can feel the splashing on my legs. Yuck!
Who needs a urinal when you are in an apartment above a parking lot where the asshole landlord parks? (Ah, university days, when things were so much more simple.)
