At one boy scout summer camp there was an outhouse with two seats next to each other. There was a wall between them, but it only extended as far as the front edge of the seat. A friend and I went in to drop a bomb at the same time. Being teenaged boys and good friends to boot, we were able to laugh at the whole thing, but I would be pretty averse to the same scenario involving a total stranger.
Works fine for me.
Exposed pooping was ops normal in the field with the Army. They’d use a backhoe to dig a trench a few feet wide, 15 ft long, and ~5 ft deep. Then a big plywood box without a bottom was placed over the hole. Ordinary toilet seats were installed every 2-1/2 feet all around the perimeter of the big box with a corresponding hole cut into the box lid under each seat.
In the morning everybody’d be sitting there doing their thing and saying G’Morning to all the other passing folks. Some clowns would bring their breakfast & be eating out of their mess kit while taking a dump.
I actually sorta miss it. Sitting out in the open air on a warm day with the breeze blowing, the birds singing, & the sun shining is very pleasant. Much better than being in some enclosed stall surrounded by tile & stink & fan noise. And having a real seat is much better than squatting on some rocks.
When we de-camped they’d remove the box & push the dirt back in the hole. Sanitary problem solved. This was for an encampment of several hundred folks staying in place for a couple weeks.
This was before the Army really went co-ed. I assume things are a bit different now for that reason.
I am doing some remodelling. This sounds so great I think I’ll add one of these out-outhouses to my plans.
Talk about your back-to-nature movement.
I’d need a magazine or a newspaper to read first.
What is that, the Army equivalent of in-flight refueling?
I could.
I have (ROTC basic camp).
Given a choice, I would rather not.
I see what you did there.
Actually, that was much of the charm. Somehow it felt so natural, being in touch briefly with your inner ape savoring the primal comforts of a mighty dump on a gorgeous day.
Admittedly, it was less pleasant when it was raining like hell despite that being utterly natural too.
Well sure I could. I don’t want to though.
There is a little mom & pop Italian restaurant south of Richmond VA and their restroom is one big square room with a sink on one wall and toilet on another wall, no partitions of any type. I don’t remember if the door locked or not but it was weird that it was so large with no partitions.
I did it for seven weeks while in Navy boot camp back in '73.
It’s kind of a silly question. Everyone can do it because when you’re given no choice, you HAVE no choice. Holding it in for days/weeks/months isn’t really an option.
Would rather not, but when you gotta go, you gotta go.
Embarrassment and willpower may win a few battles, but the physical need to shit is always going to win the war.
No way unless it was an absolutely unavoidable emergency situation. I still shudder when my spouse tells me about his school, where the boys’ bathroom stalls didn’t have doors! (He doesn’t know if the girls’ did).
When I was a kid my grandparents had three-seater outhouses. It was a social event. 
I said “no I couldn’t” but obviously under duress I could - I mean, in prison I suppose I could only hold it so long, or in the military or something.
Hell, I was worried when I went to college because some of the dorm stalls didn’t have front doors. (All had side walls.) I was relieved, indeed, to be placed in a formerly female (then co-ed) dorm that had complete four-sided privacy.
The bathroom off the cafeteria in my high school was one big open room with one urinal and one toilet.
My friend (seriously, it wasn’t me) got a case of the bubbles during the first dance his freshman year, and had to do his business in there with a bunch of upperclassmen smoking cigarettes and laughing at him. I think I’d have rather left the dance and crapped alone on the football field or something.
This was my first thought as well, and I second this.
Lemme tell another Army story:
Out in the field, there was this concrete outhouse with about twelve seats inside. Not toilets, mind you, but just seats on a PVC box. Below was just a huge open area, just like a regular outhouse.
I tried holding it until we got back, but couldn’t. So I went in there (for the first time) and there were about three other guys already doing their thing, chatting away like nothing’s happening. So went and took a seat myself.
Now here’s the funny part. It’s a closed chamber underneath. There are only a few windows. The door is on a hinge. So every time someone opens the door, there’s this suction effect and the air comes rushing up from underneath you. When they close the door, it goes back down. So imagine having a conversation while collectively shitting, and every two minutes or so it goes from
:o 
to
:eek::eek::eek: :eek:
:eek: :eek:
and back again.
In jail or in a hospital bedpan while bedridden, I guess I would have to. But that’s not the question.
Yeah, I could crap in a public bathroom with no stalls.
No, I wouldn’t if there were people in there.
If I were in the middle of one, and someone came into the public bathroom, I suppose I’d have to continue until I was done.
But in any case, I’d really have to go bad before getting me into this situation.
I would and I have but I would prefer not to.
In high school the bathroom in the boys locker room had no doors and was kind of an open area. It was set off in the corner of the bulding right next to the doors to the locker room. So when you walked in to the locker room you walked past the bathroom area. It had a couple of urinals and one toilet out in the open. No barriers of any kind. I had to take a dump so I waited until P.E. started and the locker room was empty so I would be all alone in there.
I get there and begin procedures. Not two minutes later a different P.E. class came into the locker room and the whole class walked by about four feet away. One guy looks over at me and then looks away and continues walking. Well him turning his head created curiosity in the kids following behind him that about the whole class and looked to see me taking a dump.
This has “teenage gross-out comedy” written all over it.