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DesperateJill

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    Bathroom Control
    Tickling
    Watersports
    Bondage
    Cuddling
    Exhibitionism
    Gender bender
    Humiliation
    Master / Slave
    Pleasure control
    Public humiliation
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  1. "My ex co-worker had got know about my fetish for some years ago. After that he refused to use same company car. He thought that I had never stoped for him if he needed to go to the bathroom. But this is my fetish and I will never force someone to pee her/himself if it is not her/him wish." I think that this can also work in reverse like I was saying above. It's like when you are with people who know you have a fetish for things sometimes they think you are always up for the fetish or that they can take advantage of that. Although I often chat with people while I am at work who share the fetish, sometimes people feel that it's okay to go hogwild with the fact that I am desperate even when I am trying to focus on work and not on just holding it in. So just because you like desperation doesn't mean you necessarily want people taking advantage of the situation to the maximum degree all the time. Same thing like with that guy I was saying before. Even if you like desperation you might not appreciate if you are out somewhere for several hours and they won't stop for you to go to the bathroom or they locked the bathroom since they figure, well you have a fetish, so anything goes you will enjoy it, won't you? Not all the time, not all the time!
  2. Voluntary holding on my own terms for recreation I pretty much only do at night when everybody else is asleep and I have total privacy. However since I got my new job outdoors which has no access to bathrooms, I find myself involuntarily experiencing the most extreme desperation of my life during the daytime, but then I am not enjoying it as much as I would if I was holding it voluntarily and recreationally, as all I can think about is getting to a damn toilet! I won't deny that it's exciting, but at the same time you really would like it to be over and you get to a bathroom as soon as possible, because that is not holding on your own terms and it is extremely frustrating!
  3. One of the misconceptions is that if you like desperation that you like it all the time and in every situation. I have learned this since I got my new job that doesn't have any bathrooms and I have to hold it all day long because there are no bathrooms outdoors. A lot of people here that and say well you like desperation that must be absolutely wonderful. I'm like it's not wonderful to have to try and work with a full bladder all day for six hours while you are ready to explode and you are chatting with people who have a toilet 5 feet away! Believe me I would much rather have a toilet. It has its own exciting aspects but believe me I would much rather be able to go to the bathroom during the day than have to hold it for dear life until the end of the day. It also sort of reminded me of this guy used to talk to years ago who thought that it would always be funny to lock the ladies rooms and women from going to the toilet all the time and just eliminate adequate bathrooms for women altogether. But I pointed out the fact that even people who like desperation like to be able to go to the bathroom eventually, I don't always want to have to wait an hour for a toilet or have to hold it in all day while I am doing other things that he just couldn't seem to get that. There is having a fetish and then there is letting your fetish consume every single practical aspect of your life. He actually went to a therapist and admitted to her that his obsession with female desperation was getting so extreme that it was consuming everything else and he was kind of oblivious to the fact that not all women want to be in tremendous bladder pain all the time. There is having a healthy interest in a fetish and letting it be the be-all and end-all of existence and causing lots of real practical problems with it.
  4. It could partially be the fact that maybe you are taking pleasure in someone else's pain in many cases when they wouldn't appreciate that. Again it is sort of a conflict with desperation and that you are sort of taking joy in other people's suffering and discomfort. But as a person who shares the fetish I can't even really get mad at people when they are enjoying my situation at work where I can't use a toilet, it's brutally unfair but that's partially what makes it exciting to people I think. There's something fundamentally masochistic about being desperate and something a bit sadistic about enjoying the desperation of others. But again BDSM is still more mainstream and that is based on the same principle, so I think again it's probably just a lot of people do feel that bathroom related stuff is rather dirty and forbidden.
  5. Concerts/Festivals/Sports-I don't really like loud noise and commotion so I haven't been to many concerts and I am not a sports fan at all, although once like 20 years ago I got dragged to a baseball stadium where the lines were truly astonishing with the lines for the ladies room snaking all around the stadium. I looked around the stadium looking to see if there was a bathroom with a shorter line but there wasn't so eventually after walking around the whole stadium looking for a better place to pee I ended up having to get in the first line which by then was even longer and I was probably waiting at least a half hour or more on that line. Malls/Stores/Bar/Resturants-I haven't been to a mall in a while but typically the line would be out the door for the ladies room every time you go to the mall, so you can expect to always have to wait when you are in the mall. I remember one time when I went with my friend and he was in and out of the men's bathroom in like 30 seconds while I hadn't moved up a single spot in line, it was kind of funny if not for the fact that I really had to pee! I don't drink so I have never really been to bars and most stores don't usually have very long lines of more than a couple of people, but then I usually don't go to those big huge crowded stores. I go to the bookstore once a month, that's about it! Restaurants often have a line of a couple people. The problem with restaurants is that that's a place where people are eating and drinking a lot and yet there are often only two stalls or something like that, so even if there are only a few people a wait can develop pretty quickly. Work/School-Until recently my only job with self published novelist, so I always worked at home, but with my new job in the woods as I have said in several posts has no bathroom, which means I just have to hold it for six hours, which is quite annoying. School was also pretty terrible as I have said in a couple of posts. In elementary school we had the bathroom pass system which meant that we only had a few minutes a day to use the bathroom which mostly meant that the girls only got to go to the bathroom one time a day. In high school it was worse because we had to go between classes and only had four minutes between classes, so sometimes you would go to the bathroom and see a line and realize you were going to have to hold it for another period. The terrible thing was the last two years at which they closed all of the girls bathrooms except for one, meaning that there were five stalls for hundreds of girls, meaning that I had to wait until lunchtime to go to the bathroom because you could be late to lunch, which of course you would be because the line to the ladies room was at least 20 minutes!
  6. This is something I have thought about often, and by often I mean usually when I use a public toilet or something like that. I have always felt that using the toilet was a more intimate affair for women since women have to actually sit down on the toilet whereas men can pee in a urinal without having to make any direct skin to skin contact. But a woman, she is sitting on the same seat that dozens or hundreds of women right before her have sat on. When you see a woman use the toilet before you go you are thinking, my ass is now touching where her ass has touched. I think that that's why a lot of women can sometimes be not wanting to sit on the toilet altogether, because of fears of germs and stuff, especially now in this age of pandemics. But I have always felt that women using the toilet was a more intimate affair than men. There is also the fact that women have to get half naked to use the toilet, so when you are sitting in a stall using the toilet you are sitting there half naked and only inches away from other women who are also have to be half naked with their pants down at their ankles. Anyone else ever think about this when using the toilet?
  7. It is funny you should bring up this topic because I am always saying how I can remember virtually every public bathroom I have ever been in as well as every bathroom in another person's house and what exactly the bathroom looked like, even ones that I saw when I was a child like 20 or 30 years ago. I have a photographic memory when it comes to bathrooms! And I have a photographic memory when it comes to experiences where I was desperate and needed the bathroom really bad.
  8. Nice. I'm actually very fond of magic genie wishes gone awry stories and have written several really crazy ones (non-fetish) under my real name. So I'll consider it :).
  9. I had the nice idea of Satan being able to take souls from women in the bathroom line because some people are driven to such desperation that they would even willingly sell their souls just to get to the bathroom faster! I thought it was a nice idea for a story and I hope that you enjoy it as well. So without a further ado here we go. As always can also be read in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/ Selling Your Soul in Line for the Ladies Room Sadie had enjoyed the concert even if the music was even louder than she was anticipating and her ears were still ringing. She wasn't about to miss a single moment of the concert just to leave to use the bathroom as she knew that the lines would likely be enormous. However by the end of the concert her bladder was basically ready to explode. "Well maybe the lines won't be so bad, seeing as this is a big place and they even have indoor bathrooms that I'm sure are meant to accompany large crowds," Sadie said as she stood up and grabbed herself. "Oh my God I am ready to burst!" Sadie ran as fast as she could hoping to beat the crowd but she could see that large numbers of people were bottlenecking her and blocking her way. "Hurry up I really have to go to the bathroom!" Sadie shouted. "So does everybody else!" a woman said as she pushed her way past Sadie and ran towards the direction of the building where all of the bathrooms were located. Unfortunately for Sadie by the time she got to the building there was a line out the door, and her bladder was literally throbbing and aching in pain. "I have to go so bad!" Sadie shouted as she crossed her legs and grabbed herself. Normally she wouldn't like to let herself be reduced to that, but she knew that she had to do something if she was going to manage to hold on and avoid pissing herself. After five minutes of waiting on line with the line not moving a single inch, she knew she would have to do something drastic. Slowly but surely she made her way towards the front of the line, or at least where the line entered the bathroom itself, and tapped a woman on the shoulder. "Believe me I would never normally ask this but I have a real bathroom emergency here and I'm wondering if I could quite possibly cut in line?" Sadie said with a smile. The woman frowned and shook her head. "I've got news for you lady, every last one of us has a bathroom emergency here, so you're just going to have to go to the back of the line and hold it in and wait patiently like all of us do." "But I'm pregnant!" Sadie said as the woman looked at her basically flat washboard stomach. "Well you certainly aren't showing it," the woman said laughing. "I'm in the really early stages of pregnancy would you believe?" Sadie said. The woman laughed. "Well I think you are in the early enough stages of pregnancy that the baby is not yet using your bladder as a human punchingbag, a pillow or a trampoline, so unfortunately that means that you can wait in line like everybody else." Sadie gritted her teeth and walked slowly towards the back of the line which had now grown longer since she had originally gotten on the line the first time. She was so far at the back of the line that she knew that there was no possible way that she would be getting to go to the bathroom anytime in the next hour. Sadie stood there trying her best to hold it but she realized this was going to be a battle that she was going to lose. "I can't wet myself in public, that would be humiliating, I would never live it down," she said as she shifted from foot to foot, staring towards the front of the line with her eyes bugging out of her head. She knew that as she was at a death metal concert that people there were probably a lot more understanding of deviant behavior like wetting one's pants, especially in line for the bathroom, but in an age of social media where everybody has a camera she knew that some jerk would probably make her go viral and she would be forever known as that woman who peed herself in line at a rock concert. "Some line," the woman behind her in line said shaking her head. "I guess they didn't let you cut in line did they?" Sadie shook her head. "Not a chance." "Total bitches!" the other woman said as the two of them laughed. "I'm telling you I would honestly sell my soul to Satan right here and right now if I could just go to the front of the line and avoid peeing myself! I would leave and try to find another bathroom, but I know that we are out in the middle of nowhere, so I don't know what I'm going to do. I feel like there is no way I can make it to the bathroom in time, no way I can hold it for another hour." The woman behind her smiled fiendishly. "Would you really sell your soul to Satan just to get to the front of the bathroom line?" "Absolutely," Sadie said as she laughed and stood there bending at the knees and gritting her teeth. The woman smiled even wider. "Well then you are in luck, because I am the devil herself and I am here to make you an offer you can't refuse." "That's really funny," Sadie said as she laughed nervously and looked ahead at the stagnant bathroom line that hadn't moved an inch. The woman shook her head. "No, I wasn't joking, I really am the devil, and if you are willing to sell me your eternal soul I can make your dreams of urination come true." "Okay this has to be the weirdest conversation I have ever had in a bathroom line before." "I can understand your skepticism, but believe me I have collected a lot of souls in the bathroom line, more than anywhere else, it's the number one reason women sell their souls believe it or not, thank God for bathrooms designed by men, but don't thank him for anything else." "Then why are you singling me out to make this deal to sell my soul? You could probably get any of these women's souls or a large number of them right now with the same offer." Satan started laughing loudly. "What is so funny now?" Sadie asked, not exactly amused at her situation. "Nothing, it's just you are at a death metal concert, so most of these women, well I already have their souls. But simply going to a death metal concert doesn't mean that you are automatically damned, it just is that most people who go to one have already embraced me and my teachings. But you seem to like the music but are a genuinely good person and those are the souls that I want to collect the most. So what do you say, will you sell me your eternal soul just so that you can go to the bathroom and avoid public humiliation and a viral video on the Internet of yourself by wetting yourself?" Satan snapped her fingers and out of nowhere appeared a contract. "Where did that come from?" Sadie asked. "Like I said, I'm the devil, I have ways of making these things happen. If I need a contract to obtain a person's soul all I need to do is snap my fingers and there it is." "You don't have to have this reviewed by a lawyer or something like that?" Satan laughed again. "I am the queen of lawyers honey, now my time is valuable even if I have all eternity, so do you want to sell me your soul or not?" "Okay I'll humor you and I will sign it," Sadie said as she went to sign the contract with a pen that Satan had produced, which looked like a bony finger and smelled of brimstone. "Wait a minute, I'm not doing anything like signing over my power of attorney or something like that am I?" "No, you are not doing anything stupid like signing over your power of attorney or anything that's going to have negative consequences for your life, it merely states that you are willing to to sign over your immortal soul to me so that you won't have to spend an hour waiting in line for the bathroom and peeing your pants in the process." "When you say it like that it sounds like signing over my immortal soul just to save time in a bathroom line sounds like something stupid." Sadie felt a spasm in her bladder. "But on the other hand I'm about to piss myself." She signed the contract. "Excellent," Satan said as she snapped her fingers and the contract and pen disappeared in a puff of smoke. Sadie was about to say something when all of a sudden the smoke cleared and she found herself standing at the front of the bathroom line. "Hurry up, we can't wait all day!" the woman in line behind her said. "Oh my God, it was really true, that woman was actually Satan, which means I must have sold my immortal soul simply to avoid a bathroom line! The implications of this are wide-ranging and are making me tremble down to the very pit of my soul, although that's maybe the trembling from me trying to hold my very full bladder." "Are you going to give me a speech or are you going to go to the bathroom, because I could go ahead of you maybe," the woman said as she started moving towards the stall. "Absolutely not, I sold my immortal soul for this, so I'm going to enjoy it!" Sadie said as she opened the bathroom door and ran inside. As she went to sit on the toilet she realized that it was soaked with piss and that it was filled to the brim with toilet paper and other things that she would rather not think about. She went to flush it but it wasn't working. "You have to be kidding me, I sold my immortal soul for this!" Sadie shouted as she shook her head. "You would think if you are selling your soul to go to the bathroom that you could at least have some quality control. But I guess that's why you shouldn't make a deal with the devil. On the other hand God made it really difficult for women to go to the bathroom easily in a timely manner, so maybe Satan really is the good guy, or the good girl in this case. Then again-" "What are you doing, are you talking to yourself in there or are you going to go to the bathroom?!" the woman behind her said as she pounded on the stall door. "Well it's not the best toilet in the world but it's better than peeing myself," Sadie said as she sat down on the toilet and began having the most satisfying pee of her life. "You know what that was almost worth the price of my immortal soul. I'm afraid about my immortal afterlife now, but at least I won't have to worry about that for many decades, and I will hopefully live a long and full life before that." No sooner than Sadie had said that then all of the sudden the ceiling caved in hitting her on the head and giving her a fatal concussion as everyone ran out of the bathroom screaming. It didn't take long for EMT workers to come and remove Sadie's body from the bathroom and proclaimed her dead on the spot. "It looked like that ceiling was ready to cave in, but just think, it could have been any of these women in line, I guess in this case ironically enough the women at the end of the line were the lucky ones," the doctor said as she proclaimed Sadie dead. When Sadie opened her eyes again she found herself in a place that smelled of brimstone. Annoyingly she also felt the fullness in her bladder had not only not gone away, it was stronger than ever. She looked around her and saw herself standing in an endless line snaking off into the distance. "Where am I?" Sadie asked as she looked around. The woman from before that she had signed the contract to came over to her. "You signed over your immortal soul to me, and unfortunately when the ceiling of that bathroom caved in and killed you that means that I immediately got to collect." "So what, am I going to spend eternity boiling in a lake of fire now?" Sadie asked. Satan laughed. "No nothing like that, hell is a bit more creative than that. Just sending people to burn in a fiery pit seemed rather uncreative on our part. That is why we decided that as part of the new management that everyone will have their own personal hell that they will have to endure for all eternity." "So what's my personal hell?" Sadie said as she grabbed herself, feeling agonizing pain in her bladder. "You're in it right now!" Satan said as he pointed to the seemingly never-ending bathroom line. "A really long bathroom line, how long is this line anyway?!" "For all eternity, it is never ending," Satan said as she laughed loudly. "And you can't step out of the line or leave the line ever, even though you will be seeing lots of people leaving the line to go pop a squat on the side." Sadie also looked off in the distance and saw a men's room that was completely empty with men walking in and out at virtually lightning speed in a never ending revolving door. "This hardly seems fair!" "Well that's why you should never make a deal with the devil honey, have a nice eternity," Satan said as she walked away. Sadie grabbed herself and looked at the never-ending line in front of her and thought to herself at least she would have an interesting philosophical quandary to deal with while she was waiting in line forever.
  10. "What kind of job are you doing? Did they tell you that you before you started, at the job interview, that you can’t go to the bathroom all day?" I thought after the job hey wait a minute this is an outdoor job what do I do about going to the bathroom and the woman just smiled and said to bring your own toilet paper that was when I realized they expected me to pee outdoors LOL. So shortsightedness on my part as I guess I was rather naïve. "If i would have been your co worker, at your first day, I would have always thought about, how full your bladder must be and how bad you must need to wee. I think i would have invited you for a drink after work, before you had a chance to wee." As soon as we got back to our base after getting home for the day I went right for the bathroom, literally I was bolting and practically knocking other people down. For the most part I have been trying to limit my drinking while at work so that I don't have to pee so bad by the end of the day, although even with doing that I'm still bursting by the time the day is over and spend the last hour or two of work with my legs tightly crossed the whole time aching for a bathroom. "Cashiers. I remember a male cashier holding it for hours at a different store because he didn't have keys." There is this woman that I chat with from time to time who is a female cashier who frequently have to go hours without a bathroom break because no one will relieve her from her post, and I always had fun really teasing her when she was unable to leave to go to the bathroom. As of yet I don't think that she knows about my new job but I'm afraid of how she is going to respond when she finds out that I have ZERO bathroom access all day long. Like I said she might not have frequent bathroom access, but she's still in a lot better position than I am right now!
  11. "Walking through a corridor at school would probably make you piss yourself in 10 seconds because of how packed they can get." In one of the stories I wrote using this premise my character ends up waiting in a long line for the bathroom and then this woman runs into the bathroom desperate to pee and wanting to cut in line but they all tell her no. Then when my character who absorbs desperation tries to get out of the bathroom she brushes up against the woman who is desperate and then suddenly the woman who is desperate gets out of line relieved and now she realizes she's going to be the one having to wait in line all over again while even more desperate than before!
  12. This is an idea that I have had for several years and that I have used in more than a couple of stories in my blog that I can see that this idea where certain people in the world have a rare ability or a rare defect. The first group I call transfers because they have the ability to transfer their desperation (both pee and poop) to other people. Meaning like if you were bursting to go to the bathroom all you would have to do is touch another person and transfer your desperation into them. You would gain instant relief and they would become instantaneously desperate. This would of course allow people to have lots of malicious fun with desperation and would also be incredibly convenient if you are in a situation where you are not near a bathroom. The other group I call absorbers who are basically the opposite, as they have a really unfortunate thing. Rather than being able to transfer their desperation into others voluntarily, they involuntarily absorb desperation from anyone they touch. So let's say you had an empty bladder and you somehow brushed up against a person who was ready to explode you would suddenly become desperate and you would instantaneously relieve them. So my question here is which group would you want to be part of and how would you use your new ability? Or if you are part of the group that you weren't part of how would you managed to cope with it? If I had the ability to transfer I would probably admittedly use it for evil purposes. I would wait to get really desperate in a public situation and then I would find some other woman that I would love to see desperate and then I would impose it on her. I wouldn't be especially cruel, but I am only human, so it would be irresistible. If I found myself as an absorber I think I would be even more phobic around people and I already have now because as a person who loves to go to the bathroom when I first feel the urge in most cases it would be extremely difficult, especially once everyone found out I had that ability as they would take advantage of me to use me as their own personal bathroom courier. Hey Jill, I can't find a bathroom, so too bad for you, its your problem now!
  13. "As a man generally do all I can to hold it till I get home because it’s dirty to sit and inconvenient like where do I put my coat and bag etc. Actually I used to always wonder each time I had to do number 2 what the pains and struggles a girl has to go through each time they pee and to this day I still can’t fathom how girls are so willing to sit on public restrooms. Is it social conditioning where women are just used to sitting in public restrooms or else you have to hold it (basically acceptance) or do women also generally dislike sitting down in public restroom. For me I only sit down on certain clean trusted restroom on campus. I never do it in a mall or like a movie threatre etc. I have no idea how you women accept to deal with always having to sit down and pee and use the stalls because even as a guy it drives me crazy" Again we sit on the toilet because we have to! Of course some women have earned a lot of women are germophobic, like my family avoided public restrooms all the time. I've never had a problem with sitting on a public toilet seat though as long as it's not absolutely filthy. A couple of times though I have sat down on a seat that ended up being wet which was kind of gross. And I kind of don't like to sit on an unflushed bowl, so I will always flush it before sitting down. "I hate pooping in public. It has nothing to do with sitting on the seat or where to put my coat and bag. Only your thighs touch the seat, so I don’t get why that’s a big deal at all....and I hang my stuff over the corner of the stall if there’s no hook, or just keep it on. But I hate, hate, HATE, the thought of people hearing me poop! I dunno why, but it’s so freaking embarrassing to me! I’d take a dirty outhouse over a multi stall public bathroom, hands down, just for the privacy. I only go in public when it’s an absolute emergency, and I just can’t hold it. But I try to use a single stall, or pray the bathroom is empty! I’ve even gone so far as to be sitting down about to let go, when someone walks in and then I’ve got to clench it in, and either wait till they leave, or knowing that seems really weird, I flush, redress, and go out to wash my hands, doing it all really slowly so that hopefully they leave and then I can frantically dash back into the stall and go. I wish I wasn’t so embarrassed by pooping in public" I have to admit that I am similar although I'm not so bad in that I would prefer to have a disgusting outhouse as I would rather have to do it in a clean public restroom even if others were around. But I think the reason why pooping is embarrassing is because it takes longer, people know what you are doing, it's solid and tends to be more of a big production I suppose! I also tend to be loud in the bathroom where I make lots of vocalizations while I am trying to push it out. I think that when you are doing that in public it seems more animalistic, almost like a sexual or something, even though for most people it's not, but there is something about pushing and groaning and straining that comes to mind that it makes people think of stuff like that I think. "This is such a mood. IDK why but pooping feels like a much more private affair yk. Thankfully I generally don't get desperate in public, I can only recall two times where I had to in public. And one of them was because I suddenly got ill-ish. To me it's more than just public though. I also am anxious about pooping somewhere I'm not familiar, like yk when you're staying somewhere. Honestly it's the thought that people know that I did it. Like when I'm staying alone at a hotel or something it's fine, still a bit uncomfortable, but yeah. I generally do it if I need to when staying somewhere but I'll be uncomfortable about it(obviously public is worse). I have gotten better at it then I was as a kid I think, not that I stay at unfamiliar places often anyway. I vaguely remember that being a huge problem though when we stayed anywhere for a couple of days when I was a kid." I would prefer to poop in a toilet in someone's home rather than a public restroom I think in most cases but I do prefer to only poop at home if at all possible. The only contrast would be I would rather poop in a public ladies room rather than go to a friends house where they can more visibly hear me going to the bathroom because strangers are less embarrassing than family members and whatnot. I think one of the things that is embarrassing about pooping though is that when you are in a stall like that it is a very social thing. You are sitting on the toilet for several minutes making a lot of noise and some people might end up talking to you or you know that there are people just separated by a small divider so it seems like it's also somehow less private. Also I don't know if this is just me, but something about having to poop makes me feel like I am more stuck on the toilet so to speak. By that I mean you somehow feel jealous of all those people in the toilets next to you who are just having a quick pee while you are sitting there for several minutes just going and going and going! I have been fortunate in that for the most part I haven't had to poop in public very much except these last couple of years I have had numerous stomach surgeries. So now sometimes it's harder to hold it in because I have stomach problems. I think women are at a disadvantage and probably end up having to poop in public more often. The reason is this I think that men can stand up and pee at a urinal without having to give into the urge to poop because they can clench their butt cheeks together. I think it's ironic because we see pooping as more of a guy thing even though both sexes poop (although there are some who believe that women honestly don't poop). But I think that because women have to sit down to pee if they have to poop it will just automatically come out. I know there is no way if I have to poop I can just sit down and pee without having to poop as well. So sometimes you have to choose between peeing and pooping or doing neither, and that's always a frustrating decision to have to make!
  14. "it is a lot faster and quicker to use urinals'. you can fit more people into a given size bathroom that way. don't have the expense and space of stalls. You are also a lot closer to it so your more likely to get all the pee in it rather then some missing it like can happen with a toilet when starting and stopping the stream and when shaking off the last drops before putting it away. you can get it done a lot faster that way too when you just unzip and whip it out as opposed to sitting down to pee or trying to aim at a toilet and getting in and out of the stall opening and closing that door. is one of the reasons guys can get in and out of bathrooms faster then women can." I have to admit this is all true. This is why I feel like getting rid of urinals in the men's room wouldn't help the women's line to go any faster so I don't begrudge men the fact they have urinals, but what I do get jealous and frustrated about is the fact that men have so many more places to go to the bathroom as a result of that, so they should at least make an equivalent amount of stalls to urinals in the ladies room. In my street urinals thread my problem with street urinals is that it basically is the equivalent of giving bathrooms to men but nothing too women and that is extremely frustrating. I've always said that women don't have penis envy, we don't want to have a penis, but we really have is urinal envy, the envy that urinals give men so many more places to pee that they can have a revolving door to their bathroom while we have a line that is a half hour long.
  15. "Whenever I see pics of girls in Amsterdam on my Insta/Facebook I always try to see if Street Urinals were I. The backdrop in those iconic canal photos. Otherwise I try and imagine if they see one and what they thought or knew it was. i wonder if they felt jealous especially if they had to go or guys used it while the girls held it. I wonder if they feel second class citizens in not being able to pee. Or if they had thoughts on it or desired to use one. I wonder if women that grew up inAmsterdam ever desired to use them or if long lines are an issue in Amaterdam" I just know that if I was walking around and there wasn't any public bathrooms but there were urinals all over the place I would definitely feel pretty jealous and really want to use one. I don't know if it would necessarily make me feel like a second-class citizen, but to some degree it kind of would because they are providing a bathroom for men but nothing for women. I don't live in Amsterdam but I think the long ladies room lines are pretty much a worldwide phenomenon from everyone I have talked to. They vary from nation to nation with some being nicer to women than others in that regard, but generally speaking I think that that's pretty much true everywhere, one of those universal things. If you are confused by your sex ask yourself do you have to wait in line for the bathroom?! "also, shows you that having an extra inches of tubing makes a huge difference!" Yes it certainly does, but I can't help but feel that you are trying to rub it in there! "i wonder why Dutch and Europe more generally put up with it since they are progressive gender equality nations? Has no one ever thought this was sexist?" Actually I find that to be interesting as well, seeing as it generally is a pretty progressive place but it shows that even in a progressive place women are shortchanged when it comes to going to the bathroom and gaining relief. I talked to someone who lived there and they said that women there tend to hold it more, so maybe they have just come to expect holding it. But I heard that there were protests in some of the countries about the fact that the urinals were sexist, such as in France. Others just thought it was gross to see them around cultural centers. I'm actually surprised that this is taking place in Europe as I could see this being more common in America. One of the interesting things is that Europe tends to be more egalitarian and yet there is more of a tendency to close bathrooms and have pay toilets. But I can imagine in America them just closing all sorts of public bathrooms and providing urinals. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if it happened here and I would certainly be quite frustrated if it became the norm, especially post Covid.
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