Firmly in group B, I am, says the mama
yoda. I lived in a camper for about 5 years, and became especially fond of having folks over for an evening of fun, a major joy of which was the ability to be in an active conversation, walk 6 feet to the back of the camper, pull down my panties under my skirt, insert a big old 7-11 plastic cup between my legs, pee and pull off a scrap of TP at the same time with my 2 free hands, pull out the cup, wipe and pull up my panties, pour pee into a gallon jug for later distribution around the camper (to ward off wildlife and share the URinCharge) and return to my seat with absolutely no mention or excuses for the process having happened while I was conducting a conversation. It was glorious! If I didn’t happen to be wearing a long skirt, I would just pull one on for the process and then take it off afterwards, again without warning or excuse. It was a great way to have an open conversation (almost as good as a rousing game of truth or dare ;o) and is just as good as peeing in public while in a conversation with strangers, which I did a few weeks ago at the local Portland AIDS pseudo-convention. I was wearing a sarong on the bottom and strolled with my conversational partners (strangers minutes before) to a greenish patch, where I sat, peed, and got up again. That time I warned that I would be peeing, and they were so cool as to “stand guard” around me and make it look less like a lady was sitting on the grasspatch to charge it (unnecessary for my sake, but sweet).
Now, it is true that I love pushing stupid societal boundaries anyway, and it’s also true that I now live in Portland, where it’s legal to be naked in public, but I was doing this long before I was living in a place that handles the bizarre so well. As for those of you looking for an opportunity on the side of the road, here’s a tip: open 2 car doors, which gives you coverage front and back, and crouch between, with a friend on the outside if you aren’t comfortable being as outrageous as I get a kick out of being. Also, if you’re concerned about splash, you can put something on the ground below to mitigate splash, like a jug or paper towel or whatever is handy to change the splash pattern.
When I came off the road, it took a while to become house-trained again, and I have ever since been a huge fan of the female-accessible urinal, especially those awesome ceramic flower urinals by Clark Sorenson (ifitshipitshere.com and search urinal). Those aren’t actually intended for women (and Why the heck not?) but many of them could be so used. I actually have a plan in place to use a ceramics studio (a trade I made for a hat) to make my own lily urinal that can be piped to a drainage hole in the floor of my newest bathroom being remodeled. I wanted to pipe it outdoors, but my partner absolutely refused, so this is the current compromise.
When I lived in a barn for several months and we had a compost toilet on the back porch (aka a 5-gallon bucket with a toilet seat lid) we used our camper’s extra pee cup whenever possible and then sprayed it out in an arc off the back porch that eventually became the greenest spot in the
yard, so yeah, dilution is a solution to pollution yet again. I also poured pee in the huge barrel under the roof’s drain spout, and it deterred the mosquitoes from laying eggs there so that open water could stay usable for watering plants. I also carried the gallon jugs of pee from the camper around the edges of a 10
acre property, sprinkling it liberally to ward off a local pack of poorly contained dogs. Usefull stuff, that pee!
It’s a natural resource that is free and largely both under-utilized and mis-utilized in our society, and I’m grateful to Paul for getting it out there to discuss and upgrade!
As for the gadgets, if they were free and handy, I’d use them, but they are, imo, nice not necessary, and I need to pee way more often than I could possibly drag some funnel around for handily whipping out. A fluffy skirt or sarong is way more handy, imo, and for those of us who love underwear, it can totally be pulled aside without having to come down, in a pinch. Yes, your panties will be slightly damp from not wiping, but isn’t that what panties, and the frequent changing thereof, are for??
For anyone who has further questions on the subject, I can be reached at shortfolk dot com, and I welcome conversations on this and many other “scary” social issues, like talking about public nudity, and how I think all world negotiations should be thereby conducted. Happy pee-ing, folks, and remember, that’s
permaculture! ;o) You're in charge=urinecharge=URinCharge