I spent a few days on the border of utah and arizona enjoying some end of the season waters ports at lake Powell. My Days were spent hitting golf balls off the roof deck of our floating single wide, and being betrothed skipper of the speedboat, Which I'm still wondering if I should have charged by the hour or let the meter run for all of my shuttling.
Through all the vivations and excitement, a ritual began to develop, almost going unnoticed, starting the first night and continuing again the next morning. A ritual practiced and performed by many before me in a similar manner. This animalistic tendency commonly associated with the k-9 species, was marking your territory. The freedom one can experience from extinguishing the bladder. The soft tickle from a cold breeze rushing between your legs and sending a shiver up your spine closely followed by a grandiose release. The weight lifted off the body, be it physical and or emotional, is of great measure. The Letting go and letting it flow with your body in complete harmony almost ecstasy. What a spectacular ceremony of triumph. The fin-alley is a warm puff of methane, a couple shakes, and a pat on the back. You big bad animal you!
Sometimes a careful thought can start it off; sometimes a steady image of a babbling brook gets the juices flowing just right. That is my happy place when I feel like everyone in the latrine is peering at me.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could upload an image in my comment, I have a great photo similar to the one you have of the boy nursing the ocean; giving the sea creatures his nutrients. I took a photo while in Hong Kong of a boy probably about the same age from the back who dropped trou and proceeded to piss all over the side of a skyscraper. No shame, just a fun idea and the courage to make it happen. He did it in a crowd of like 100 people too. crazy.
I don't know what to say to this. =) I guess you've gotta be a guy.
ReplyDeleteI do like the comparison to the dog. haha!
Deletehahahahaha this was cute to read :DDDD
ReplyDeleteMy favorite line was, when you talked about the wind going through/around your legs. LOVE that feeling at the beach :)))))
My wife thinks it is bizarre that I can pee standing up. I think it is only a skinny girl thing. You have to be able to get all the fleshy parts out of the way or you just make a mess. I learned this skill as a child while in the woods on a Girl Scout camp out. It is so much safer than squatting close to the ground where a creature could reach up and bite your tender parts. Our troop leader was a lesbian with a lifetime of camping experience. I am pretty sure peeing standing up is not in the official Girl Scout handbook. We just got lucky I guess.
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