BecomingJulie
Bluelight Crew
I suffer from paruresis -- Simon could never, ever use a urinal, or pee in bushes. Opiates make it even worse. That's the thing about boyplumbing; there's a valve whose function it is to prevent you from pissing yourself whilst On The Job, lest it demonstrate its (too mild to be relied upon seriously as a contraceptive) spermicidal property, and in some individuals it can close too tightly when not even wanted. In other individuals, of course, it opens too readily, and they probably are as jealous of us as we are of them.
There was one forgettable time, after a heavy night on the gear, when I spent an hour trying to get a widdle started. My partner-in-crime was getting worried; she thought I'd passed out, or fallen down the hole or something. No such luck. Imagine trying to get a tennis ball through a bent drinking straw ..... It wasn't even a pleasant experience when I finally did manage to deliver a slow trickle of deep amber urine. (Where does all the fluid go anyway? I was not drinking any less than usual .....)
There was one forgettable time, after a heavy night on the gear, when I spent an hour trying to get a widdle started. My partner-in-crime was getting worried; she thought I'd passed out, or fallen down the hole or something. No such luck. Imagine trying to get a tennis ball through a bent drinking straw ..... It wasn't even a pleasant experience when I finally did manage to deliver a slow trickle of deep amber urine. (Where does all the fluid go anyway? I was not drinking any less than usual .....)

So all n sundry can see you n your PIC divying up the gear . So one stands on the sink ! n the other uses the Floor to split the package .
