The Bathroom Controversy
There has been much hoopla about where various people should go to the bathroom in public places. Every micro group in the US has a claim or need to have their own place to excrete. I represent the downtrodden heterosexual male who has since the 20th century began, been forced to stand elbow to elbow with strange men. Many of your new “friends” like to take a glance at your weenie or fart loudly as if they are alone. Some of these assholes put their hands behind their head to let us all know that their dicks are so long that the chance of pissing on their pants is non-existent. I have seen, more than just a few times, bugars that are wiped on the wall just above the top of the urinal at eye level.
Some men who vigorously shake their penis so as to get the dribble off before they tuck it back in their pants often deposit urine below the urinal on the floor. Also, us geezers who can’t feel that we are still peeing often add to the puddle below. These puddles of urine pose serious problems at the airport as you usually have a carryon to put within your view and often horribly end up in a diverse pool of piss. While liberals embrace diversity, I don’t think they embrace this. Many of us remember troughs at stadiums and fairs where 10 or more people would stand to pee in full view of everybody. After one of those events in 1967, I forever lost my self-esteem which was already in a precarious state. Sometime ago I went to Las Vegas and almost wept when I saw separate toilet rooms with doors that went to the floor. This was at the Paris Hotel. This seems to be the answer for all people in gender flux or whoever are making demands about bathrooms on the rest of us.
I have started my own rebellion. I use the handicapped or family toilet whenever I need to go in public places. I got plenty of room to hang my jacket, put articles down in dry areas, even wash my hands with a private sink housed in the stall. Just because I am able doesn’t mean I am a second-class citizen. Love, Bobby LaDouche