1. The Ocean. If you are female, and at least three feet tall so that the waves do not knock you down, or so I am told, not that I asked or anything. Also the ocean is already salt, so you are just adding apples to apples.
2. Portable Toilets. Much like an ocean, they are suitable for use by women and men; they are usually the only warm, dry places as far as you can see; sometimes they are even clean; and they have names like Honey Bucket, and Johnny on the Spot, and Tanks Alot, and Oui Oui Enterprises, and Willy Make It. America is a great country.
3. The Gender-Neutral Bathroom with the Baby-Changing Station at the Hemp Festival, when there are long lines at both the women’s and the men’s bathrooms, and you dart into the neutral bathroom, actually telling yourself that this is not cheating, because you do have kids, and you have changed thousands of diapers, and you have sometimes felt neutral as to gender, so this is totally fair use.
4. The Men’s Bathroom at the Summer Prose in the Park Literary Reading, when you are a female person, and there is an incredible line at the women’s bathroom, and not one man in the men’s bathroom, because you are at a reading by Elizabeth Gilbert or Cheryl Strayed, and you slip into the men’s room, feeling half-silly and half-proud, and you discover a line of twenty women who had the same idea as you did, including Cheryl Strayed.
5. Cornfields in August. There’s a lot to be said for casually stepping into a thicket of vegetative beings taller than you are, lined up in tight ranks as far as you can see, and then stepping back out a minute later, pretending that you walked into the corn because you thought you saw a fox. Didn’t you guys see that flash of orange? Was it just me?
6. The Mossy Old Dining Room Chair in that secret arbor near the trailhead that only women know about because two women carried a chair there once and cut the hole in the seat and dug a hole beneath the chair and checked for the twentieth time that no one can see it from any angle whatsoever and then they went home knowing they had served thousands of their sisters well.
7. Back Porch at Night, or front porch, if you are male, and can slip out while ostensibly letting the dog out. You can also say that you are looking for comets, or nighthawks, or owls, or constellations, or NSA drones, or the face of the Madonna miraculously projecting from the deodar cedar suddenly, but these are whopping lies, and your whole family knows it, even the dog.
8. Any and All Doughnut Shops, and Coffee Shops, and Fast-Food Emporia, and Ranger Stations, if you are female, because the fact is that peeing outdoors when you are female can be nerve-racking, especially if you are alone, because another fact is that yes, a lot of men are weird, and safety and privacy ought not to ever be taken for granted, especially by dunderheaded men writing lists of best places to pee outdoors; and also technically all shops and stations with clean bathrooms and doors that lock are outdoors, if you stop and think about it.
9.America’s Pacific Northwest Coastal Forest, in the moist warm spring, when skunk cabbage reaches its full growth and stench, and the huge leaves make huge targets from the porch. There are few sounds as hilarious as a small boy pittering on skunk cabbage from twenty feet up and laughing so hard that everyone near him starts laughing too without knowing quite why.
and while we’re on the topic of skunk cabbage, it makes great t.p. in the backcountry!
– behind a huge agave plant in Havana . We were out walking one evening and there was no place to go ! Spouses stood watch and I don’t think we offended anyone.. I will always remember !!
Off of a raft: Male; standing, off the bow, stern or side. Female; shorts down around ankles, clutching any handy cargo strap or frame, butt slid over the side of the tube, pointing away from the nearest other raft-or not.
Gathering cattle in the Sangre de Cristos: Female; chaps, jeans and undies pulled down, hunkered in the middle of a forest road clutching your mount’s reins, mount arranged across the road to hold the cows, hoping the fellas don’t come around the bend with their cows. Male: any damn place you please.
– the cool concrete canopy of a carwash near Houston, Texas close to a suburban neighborhood called The Livable Forest. The “forest” could not provide a private spot, but the carwash does – and your liquid deposit is easily hosed and diluted.
I especially like going off the road or a hiking trail into the woods or hiding behind a big rock or clump of trees. I always see in my squatting position some interesting plant, moss , lichen, or ground cover. It’s a moment to notice things around me. It’s always a bit magical.
A fair sized group of us were hiking through the woods on a backpacking trip when we came upon smoldering flames in a circle of rocks aside the trail. I asked the women to go on up ahead.
When they were far enough up the trail, we guys formed a ring around the fire, dropped trou and peed the fire out. It was great fun, but not as much fun as I thought it would be.
Into a moulin. Its also a great place to poop.
Underwater, while snorkeling in the sea, it’s a peaceful feeling!
You can pee/poo any where
Actually, one of the best places to pee is in the garden. Urine is full of nutrients that plants need, especially phosphorus! If your garden isn’t sufficiently private—well, collect it for that purpose. Close the cycles of waste, beginning with this most basic of methods.
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