The Unfortunate Necessary Visit

[Bri]

I essentially stopped using urnals all together when I wore either shorts or a skirt and used one, then had to get some paper and wet it in the sink to wipe my legs off after I felt like I had peed all over them from the splashback. I know that the urnal was designed by someone wearing jeans or whatever because they just don't feel the splashback at all. Something else that was disturbing, Kori told me on an Oprah show how many women went into the washrooms and set their purses on the ground and were very careful about getting dirty and found how truly dirty and disgusting a public loo/toilet can actually be. They found some really gross things, not to mention a heap of diseases.

A solution for me is, set on the toilet, gather your skirt, or if wearing jeans, do NOT let them drop to your ankles, keep them around your upper thighs or lower tights. I've also seen the way well I pee, and women do it. They have an advantage in ways not having to push anything between the legs to achieve downward spray; they just sit on the toilet and go.

Of course many women are as gross as I've seen many men to be. Because most are interested in cleanliness doesn't mean they use the toilet smart. Some of the conditions that I've heard about are plain disgusting. Peeing on the seat is one of them, or not flushing after that time of the month and well you can imagine the rest. Many women and girls also seem to be much more social in that room talking about boyfriends to rings they received from them, clothes, to bodily functions. Men and boys seem to use the room and quietly leave, having very few conversations doing their business.

[ziggy_encaoua]

I don't know about the rest of you, but the thing I most hate when going out is having to visit the men's room.

I once walked out of the men's room in a pub with my kaftan somehow tucked into my undies

[Peter v]

Of course, the best way to go to the toilet is when the genetals are in a natural position, thus giving the most natural position to relieve ourselves of our waste products.

So depending on our build, that may be different per person. Urinating without touching anything else is naturally the most hygenic, but getting spattered by your own urine isn't that hygenic either

Some skirts are easy to lift up out of the way, and others are just not. And if you wear pantyhose then not always, but often it is handy to be in a cubicle to carefully reposition those delicate leg accessoires. The thing I hate most about being seated is the state of the toilet, as not only the sitting, but the floor, the underside of the pot if not spotless may give some problems if you come into contact with them with your skirt, or pants for that matter. I just hate it when the floor is wet. There is always something that touches / falls on the wet floor.

Besides the clothing contact issue, I think sitting is a non issue and quite comfortable. If women can manage, why shouldn't we?

I expect the only ones who really don't give a hoot how, are the rough and rugged kilt wearers without underpants on. or maybe French men, as they are used to the strange stand up toilets. which I just do not understand how to use

With regards to all this talk, I would think the question would be better put, who would want to wear anything but a skirt, and for convenience no underpants. ( just spread your legs, and......)

[Sasquatch]

I prefer urinals. I agree with Charlie, no reason to stop being a man just because you're skirted. That's why i lament the lack of appropriately user-friendly functional zippers on most women's skirts. I despise hiking my skirt when standing at a public urinal. It's totally gauche and undignified. But i have a couple skirts I wear a lot, including my Macabi, with no zipper at all, so it's unavoidable.

sasq

[Sasquatch]

So depending on our build, that may be different per person. Urinating without touching anything else is naturally the most hygenic, but getting spattered by your own urine isn't that hygenic either

I'd rather get a little of my own pee on me than someone else's. And urine is generally biologically sterile, unlike other excrement.

I just hate it when the floor is wet. There is always something that touches / falls on the wet floor.

That's one advantage to wearing a skirt - you can hike it up around you rather than dropping it on the floor to sop up whatever happens to be down there, as is usually done with trousers. But if that doesn't suit you, just take it off and hang it on the hook on the door. It's much easier to take off and put on in a small spact than trousers.

Besides the clothing contact issue, I think sitting is a non issue and quite comfortable. If women can manage, why shouldn't we?

Even though urine is sterile, that doesn't mean I'd want to sit in someones drips and pubes, and won't unless caught uncomfortably short of my own facilities if I really have to poop. I prefer a urinal for urination, and because it's more convenient, faster, and - dare I utter the thought - more masculine. As i said in the previous post, just because I wear a skirt doesn't mean I want to emulate the fairer sex in every way. Actually, my real preference is peeing outdoors. There's just something relaxing and refreshing about the fresh breeze when you're letting it fly!

[Since1982]

Even though urine is sterile, that doesn't mean I'd want to sit in someones drips and pubes

I've been sitting to urinate for at least 40 years, I just take wads of toilet paper and lay it on the seat, completely covering any part of the seat, when I'm thru, I just push all the tp into the toilet and flush it along with my wastes, before I coat the seat with tp I wipe the seat completely with more tp. This is what I do anywhere but at home I should say, at home I don't need or ever use toilet paper, I have a bidet. Cleanest fixture the French ever came up with.

[SportSkirt]

I expect the only ones who really don't give a hoot how, are the rough and rugged kilt wearers without underpants on. or maybe French men, as they are used to the strange stand up toilets. which I just do not understand how to use

Many years ago I was driving through France with my wife, sister and future brother-in-law on the way to stay with his parents, when my brother-in-law asked me to stop the car by the side of a busy road in a little layby as this was a toilet. We were all puzzled, as we couldn't see a loo anywhere, until he casually peed up the back of the litter bin and happily explained that all Frenchmen use the bins for this purpose . It may help to explain their cavalier attitude to some of the strangest plumbing in Europe.

[Milfmog]

I read this...

Besides the clothing contact issue, I think sitting is a non issue and quite comfortable. If women can manage, why shouldn't we?

...and it reminded me of the essay (below) that my wife shared with me recently. (If you are squeamish about "cubicle issues" you may want to move straight on to another post).

Have fun,


Ian.


When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every cubicle is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!

The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ' The Stance.

In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold 'The Stance.'

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.

In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!' Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work.

The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet.

'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting

You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it?)

You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.'

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's toilet. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck?

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public rest rooms/toilets (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex under the door.

This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately.

[SportSkirt]

I had almost managed to block out the traumatic memory of the automatic flushers! The moment you move back too far you know you're in for a cold shock.

Back on the subject of French Toilets after my last posting (I promise this is the last) My sister ran out of the toilet screaming when she went to the loo at a service area in Central France. Not only did the loo flush automatically after a short amount of time, it also washed the ENTIRE FLOOR AREA in the cubicle so my poor sister came running out with soaking wet feet and socks.

She ended up having to wash her feet, get a spare pair of socks, shoes and jeans (if only she'd been wearing a skirt) from her suitcase before we could resume the journey!

The automated self cleaning toilet - A seemingly sensible and hygenic idea that horribly backfired!

[Sasquatch]

I have a bidet. Cleanest fixture the French ever came up with.

I agree. Best thing out of France, maybe, except for Letitia Casta and Audrey Tautou!

[Sasquatch]

Sorry no images. I never can figure how to load them.
sasq

[SportSkirt]

Definitely Audrey Tautou!

[alsachti]

Last weekend, at a night club, I found a new way to pee . I was wearing a kilt, and when the moment of the necessary visit arrived, I was faced with the usual dilemma : urinal or cubicle ?

I don't like urinals , because of the sprayback (I'm not a sniper like you guys ) and because I was wearing my kilt traditionnally and I didn't want to soil it with the "last drip".

So I went to the cubicle. I never pee standing up in cubicles because otherwise I would spray urine all over the place (I'm definitely not a sniper).
And if I sit down, I am embarrassed with all my pleats because I have to gather them behind my back (so they will not fall into the hole).

So I just try to pee like on a bidet (the hole in front of me). And... that was perfect ! I will definitely adopt this position as my official pee position when wearing a kilt.

or maybe French men, as they are used to the strange stand up toilets. which I just do not understand how to use

Are you talking about squat toilets ? I didn't know we were associated with this kind of (terrible) toilets. It is true that there is (was?) sometimes squat toilets in parking areas along motorways.
A friend of my sister used a squat toilet once. She pushed the button to flush and... water fell on her head ! That was not a toilet but a shower !!!

he casually peed up the back of the litter bin and happily explained that all Frenchmen use the bins for this purpose .

Yes, that's what we lead tourists to believe.
No, seriously, we sometimes pee on a tree. But I would not say that we use litter bins for that purpose. We are dirty, but not that dirty.

Back on the subject of French Toilets after my last posting (I promise this is the last) My sister ran out of the toilet screaming when she went to the loo at a service area in Central France. Not only did the loo flush automatically after a short amount of time, it also washed the ENTIRE FLOOR AREA in the cubicle so my poor sister came running out with soaking wet feet and socks.

mmm... Automated self cleaning toilet... You can find them in "Formule 1" hotels.

[Since1982]

Alsachi said: Peter v wrote:
or maybe French men, as they are used to the strange stand up toilets. which I just do not understand how to use

Alsachi said: Are you talking about squat toilets ? I didn't know we were associated with this kind of (terrible) toilets. It is true that there is (was?) sometimes squat toilets in parking areas along motorways.
A friend of my sister used a squat toilet once. She pushed the button to flush and... water fell on her head ! That was not a toilet but a shower !!!

Are you asking a question of Peter V?? I don't think he's posted or visited in at least a year since he went all the way and became a woman... If I were you, I'd check dates of posts before I responded to them.

[alsachti]

Are you asking a question of Peter V?? I don't think he's posted or visited in at least a year since he went all the way and became a woman... If I were you, I'd check dates of posts before I responded to them.

Yes I knew the post was a little obsolete. It was more a rhetorical question than a "real" question that I expected to be answered.