Moving furniture into a storage area last summer and the bathroom was closed. Good thing there were some woods nearby.
Last week during a block party at my brother in laws place. When everyone is outside and having fun I don’t like having to take off my shoes and go inside, so I just piss on the side of the house. Everyone else does too.
Mark me down as another frequent outdoors pisser. I’ve even mastered the art of peeing while I’m walking without getting any on me. Valuable skill that.
About 4 months ago, while camping.
About 45 minutes ago. I went for a run, had to go, and went in a little wooded area near my house.
I’m just disappointed that there isn’t an acid burned patch on the hedge in the morning.
Labour day weekend, at a campsite. We were actually at a campground with full toilet and shower facilities down the pathway, but it was the middle of the night, so I just crawled out off the tent, went a little ways away (downhill!) towards the trees on the edge of the site, and squatted (I’m a girl, btw!) It’s never been a particular problem for me - I learned to do it by necessity at outdoor field parties. If you can squat pee while drunk, you can do it anytime!
While hiking in the woods back in May.
Last weekend while mountain biking.
I’m still pretty unreserved about peeing outside, but growing up I think we were a little too free about it. It never occurred to me at the time, but we peed outside in the daytime constantly; during hide and seek, backyard football games, etc etc. In a neighborhood with no fences, there were no less than 9 houses that could’ve seen us.
4 weeks ago. Camping at Stillwater Cove on the coast. It was late, dark, cold, and I saw no reason to walk all the way to the restrooms in the middle of the night.
I have fond memories as a child peeing in the road. I lived by a road that was long and straight, and you could see traffic coming from a good distance. My best friend and I would “write” on the road with pee, and if it didn’t rain, you could see the writing for days.
6 years ago. It was about 1am and I was hanging out in the park with some friends. (We were teenagers.) I needed to pee, so I wondered off into the woods and did my thing.
Back in August, while swimming in the ocean. I always try to pee at least once every time I swim.
In the interests of contributing to this thread, about half an hour ago. I know the fellow next door isn’t home; I sure hope the neighbour on the other side is out as well…
Okay, I positioned myself very carefully in the back yard and kept my skirt on.
Wee!
As kids (boys), my brother and I discovered you could squeeze your wiener tight and bear down on your bladder really hard with your muscles. Then, you can bend your hips back and thrust them forward while releasing your pee. This resulted in a short but super stream that would clear the top of the fence and hit the neighbor’s house.
Pinch and repeat until you run out of ammo.
About a couple of months ago. I was on a night out and had a LOT to drink. I stay 5/10 mins away from the nightlife and was near tears as I could not hold it in that long! It was closing time so could not go into a nearby club. I found a dark quiet place and went for it!
My school’s greenroom, despite being a converted locker room, has no toilets, and we can’t go out into the lobby in costume, obviously. So, every single performance of every single play, about half the cast walks out the stage door and pees on the dumpsters. There are noticeable stains, if you know where to look.
It was recent. We were returning from the Gettysdope and when we were nearing home, my son needed to pee and we didn’t think he could hold it. We pulled onto a good area of the Highway but he didn’t want to go. By this time I needed to go and I went a short distance into the tree line and did my business. This still did not convince my son. We got another 2 miles and he was in terrible pain so we stopped again this time he went.
Before that it was a few years. We were up camping in Boonville NY and there were no bathrooms to pee in.
<sniff> I love the Dope.
I guess it was about six years ago for me. I was in China, trapped in a traffic jam resulting from a semi jackknifed across three lanes about a mile in front of us. I stood with a little group of Chinese men, pissing over the top of the highway safety rail, down into a canyon about 200 feet below us. Broad daylight, too. I guess a number of Chinese people got their first and maybe only look at an American’s penis that day. I doubt they were impressed.
Perhaps the list of people who DON’T pee outdoors is shorter.