Unfortunately as usual I have been sick a lot lately since the last time I updated so I haven't really had the greatest couple of months. But that's pretty much always true because my acid reflux usually puts me in the hospital every 6 to 8 weeks on average, but this time I relapsed after only two weeks. So I haven't really been doing all that much lately and as such not really too much new to share.
I did however have one interesting sighting, although it's probably nothing particularly exciting. Last Tuesday when I was at the movies I ended up encountering a somewhat significant line, nothing outrageous, but a bit of a wait. Usually when I go to the movies the theater is completely empty and I am the only one in the theater, but this time I went to the theater and it was actually pretty full and had a predominantly female audience, so when the movie was over and everyone piled out there was a stampede towards the ladies room as is always the case when a movie ends like that. I had to pee, but I wasn't quite bursting, but of course I definitely had to go!
I think I have mentioned this before, but there were only three stalls in the ladies room at this particular movie theater and one of them for longest time has had a broken lock on the door, so most people don't use it and they never seem to fix it, which means generally speaking there are only two stalls. But today when we I got there it turned out one of the other toilets was out of order completely. So that left one stall along with the stall with the broken lock, and since everyone avoids the broken lock one, that meant there was only one stall. That may not seem like a huge catastrophe, except there were eight women ahead of me in line! I didn't see any really obvious signs of desperation, but the woman in front of me clearly was annoyed. You just tell from her body posture that she was sort of shifting around. Again I don't think she was shifting out of desperation (although she might have been to some degree) but more out of annoyance, sort of like where you tap your foot and move around out of aggravation and sheer impatience. So the line probably ended up being like 15 min. long or something like that. I wasn't checking my watch or anything, I am just estimating. So that was a little bit of a thrill I suppose, but that's pretty much the only sighting I have had recently.
I did find something interesting online that I think I remember from over 20 years ago. I have mentioned my involuntary nudity fantasy scenario on here before where 1% of women are forced to go naked all the time. I managed to find the story online that I think first gave me that idea over 20 years ago. I found the archive available on Google of the magazine weekly world news. After looking through the archives I found in the October 21, 1997 issue the story of someone named Leeza Murth, a woman who was forced to live alone on a desert island because she had a severe allergy to all forms of clothing and fabric but was too shy and modest to join a nudist colony. I remember when I read that over 20 years ago the story of electrified my mind and I think it was one of my first stirrings of any type of sexual interest whatsoever.
Now at that age I was only a teenager so I didn't quite realize that weekly world news was a tabloid newspaper, so I thought that story might have been true and I think that that gave me lots of nightmare/fantasies of thinking – oh my God, what if I catch that disease! Being the really shy girl that I was and being that I was just starting to grow my breasts and go through puberty at the exact same time as I read that you can see how that would really have a major impact on me. So if you Google weekly world news with her name and that date you should be able to find it. I managed to make a picture file of it so maybe I can actually post that on here as an attachment or something. But if it doesn't work just Google that and you should be able to find it easily.
I am pretty sure that I have mentioned this before, I think back and June of 2012 specifically, looking through my document pad where I keep all my blog updates, but back in high school and elementary school we had a very sexist and frustrating bathroom policy and I thought maybe I would write a fictional story inspired by a real experience based on that.
Just a quick recap in case I haven't mentioned it in full. Back in high school I would always go to the bathroom between every single class if possible, or at least I would TRY to visit the bathroom between every single class as a precaution. I was glad about that in high school because now I would have the opportunity to go to the bathroom between every 45 min. class, or so I thought at least. Of course often in the bathroom were people or there would be a line so I would just skip it and hope for better luck next period as I was fanatically paranoid about making sure that I was always to class on time. Luckily it was not normally a problem because even if there was a line usually after a couple of periods I would be able to get to the bathroom before I got really desperate or anything like that.
This all changed for the disastrous worse in 11th grade. That was the year they found drugs and alcohol being hidden in the girls restroom. So what does the school do? They end up closing the girls bathroom everywhere except on the first floor. And I should really put this into perspective. This was a school of 1500 students (so assume about 750 girls) and that meant that there was one girls bathroom for the entire school with only five stalls. That's five stalls for 750 girls and we only had 4 min. between classes! It was completely and utterly ridiculous. I guess their policy was to punish everyone for the actions of a few. But as a result of that the only bathroom that was open was the one on the first floor by the nurse's office that I pretty much seldom ever went by on the way to class, it wasn't really on the way so to speak. I mostly used the bathrooms on the second or third floor near where most of the classes were.
So this was obviously very annoying for me! I was used to trying to go to the bathroom between every single class if possible because I would normally pass at least one of the three bathrooms. But now with the only one open being the one by the nurse's office this greatly inconvenienced me. I wasn't going to risk being late to class so annoyingly whenever I would go between classes I would find that the girls bathrooms on the second and third floor were completely locked. As a result of that pretty much the only time I got to go to the bathroom was if I was on the first floor and going through that hallway, or at lunch time where they don't take attendance and you can arrive whatever the hell you want so it doesn't matter if I end up spending 10 or 20 min. waiting to use the God damn bathroom, which I very often did!
But that wasn't the most frustrating thing, and again I think this goes to the reason why I have such a focus and fixation on the unfairness between men versus women using the bathroom and how much of a disadvantage it is to women. Remember I said that they found drugs and alcohol in the girls bathroom, they didn't find it in the boys bathroom, which meant the boys bathrooms on all three floors were completely open. And the boys bathroom each had two or three stalls plus like seven or eight urinals, meaning 10 places to pee per restroom. That means in the entire school the boys had about 30 places to relieve themselves while the girls had five. That means they had six times as many places to go!
My friends of course thought this was hilarious because they would always joke about how I had such a small bladder and would always be trying to go to the bathroom between every class. Now every time when we were walking to class they would be able to go into the boys room and I would push on the girls room door and it wouldn't open and I would get really frustrated and be cursing at it. I don't think that they shared my fetish because I told them about it years later and at that time I didn't really quite have it yet myself, but I think that this led to the development of that to some degree. So I think that they got a real kick out of watching me kick that door and not be able to use the bathroom until lunchtime.
So now that I have covered that as a background I thought that a good thing to do for October, being a horror novelist, was to write a true horror story about this experience in high school. So I hope you will enjoy the following which I call The Locked Door Horror! Because let's face it, when you are desperate for a pee the greatest horror in the world is to find the ladies room locked! I have changed all the names of the characters in the story to protect everyone's identities. This story is fiction. Although it is very loosely based on the situation in my school nothing as dramatic as this really happened. I am taking a lot of creative license here, but I hope you will enjoy, because that allows me to make it much more dramatic and interesting than it actually was!
The Locked Door Horror
"Damn I have to pee," I said as I waited for the bell to ring.
"You always have to pee between every single class," said Jake, my close friend.
"I haven't gone in a couple of periods now and my bladder is getting rather full," I said. "Besides I don't go between every class, sometimes there's a line, I just have to take precautions because I might not get in every single time. And then last period I went to use the ladies room and it was locked."
"Attention all students," came the voice on the announcements. "It has come to our attention that several girls have been hiding drugs and alcohol in the girls restroom. This simply will not be tolerated. Unfortunately because of a few bad apples we will have to take measures that are going to negatively affect everyone. From now on the only girls bathroom that will be open will be the one on the first floor near the nurse's office where we can keep an eye on everything. We are sorry that we have to take such drastic measures but hopefully this will teach everyone a lesson about the proper use of the restroom."
"This sucks!" I said. "I hardly ever pass by that bathroom."
"That does suck for you Jill," said Jake.
"It's not fair though, they didn't lock the men's room!"
"Yeah but they didn't find drugs in the boys restroom."
"This is like totally sexist."
That was when the bell rung. I darted out of the class with my friend Jake following fast behind me. I approached the ladies room door and I pushed on it only to find that it was locked. "Dammit!" I shouted as I pushed on it hoping that maybe it would open.
"Sucks for you," said Jake as he opened the boys room and went inside.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath as I went down the stairs to the second floor. I saw the other ladies room and I was praying that it would be open. I pushed on the door but once again it was locked. "God dammit!" I shouted as I gritted my teeth. "There's no way I would have time to go to the first floor so I guess I'm just going to have to wait until lunch next period."
I quickly ran into my next class, science.
The teacher came up to the blackboard. "Today class we are going to be learning about water displacement. Now we will do a demonstration."
The teacher opened up a tank and took out a big bottle filled with water and started swishing it around. I could hear other girls in the classroom wincing as I crossed my legs tightly and tried to focus on the lesson without focusing on it too much!
"You see when you swirl the water around like this," said the teacher as she spun the bottle around creating a funnel inside of it, "you create a funnel. And that if we pour the water into this tank you will see the water is displaced when I pour it into there."
As the teacher slowly poured the water into the tank I noticed that the girl in front of me, Marissa, was tapping her legs like crazy and finally she put her hand up.
"Yes Marissa?" the teacher said as she pointed to her.
"Can I please go to the ladies room?!"
"I'm sorry but rules are that you are supposed to go between class."
"But the ladies room was locked!"
"The one on the first floor is open, you will just have to use that one."
"But it's not near any of my classes!"
"I'm sorry Marissa, but you will just have to find time to go to the bathroom between classes on your own time."
As I sat there watching Marissa crossing her legs it was beginning to drive me crazy because I had to pee just as bad! I could see some of the other girls in the classroom showing the telltale signs of feet shifting and tapping. The boys did not look to be too uncomfortable though, bastards!
Finally the bell rung and class was over. Now it was finally time for lunch and I didn't have to get there in any set amount of time. As fast as my trembling legs would carry me I gathered up my books and began stampeding down to the first floor, down several snaking hallways and finally it was there, my salvation, the girls bathroom on the first floor across from the nurse's station.
"Finally, I've been holding this in all day!" I shouted as I ran into the ladies room before stopping short. There were probably at least 20 girls in there waiting for the five stalls, most of them shifting their legs and doing the telltale pee dance.
"Do any of you mind if I cut?" I asked.
"Yes we do!" several voices came at once and I took my place on line.
The next 10 or 15 min. passed by very slowly as I stood there dancing from foot to foot. Finally a stall opened and I practically knocked down the other girl, pulled down my panties and slammed my ass on the seat and exploded into the toilet. "Oh my God!" I shouted as I finally let loose with a powerful stream of urine. "This feels real good."
Finally I finished up, wiped myself and the next desperate girl practically pushed me down like I had the girl before me just to get into the toilet. After washing my hands I looked back at the restroom with a sense of dread knowing that that would be the only time that day I would go to the bathroom, so I had better make it last.
"Where were you Jill?" Jake asked as I came into the cafeteria.
"There was a line!"
Jake laughed. "That's why it's nice to have a penis."
I stuck my tongue out and sat down at the table and the only thought that I could think of was that please God let there be drugs and alcohol found in the men's room tomorrow!
That's where the story ends. As it turns out that eventually did happen, but not until the next year when drugs were found in the boys restroom as well (and sadly since I have left that school I have heard that they have developed a severe drug and alcohol problem there). But even with only one restroom open they still had twice as many places to pee as we did. Fortunately my last year of college I had a really short day that was only three or four hours long and every other day I had gym, and the gym also had a bathroom that I could use. But those last few years they were pretty frustrating, and I think that they contributed to my fascination with female desperation and what it is like to have a desperately full bladder. So I guess it wasn't all bad!
That's all for now. As usual I have no idea when I will update again because my life is not very interesting, but I will try to update more frequently. If I don't have any new true stories to share, I will use my fertile imagination to try and think of some more fiction to update with.
And as always I end with all the links I have accumulated since my last update.
-https://vimeo.com/81903570 (Nude woman rollerblading and covering herself up for the American flag. Now that's patriotic!)
Two much beer and the lines can contipede out of control.
At least we don't have to wash our hands.)
-https://lifeafterdawn.com/ (On a recent family road trip, I dared to be “that woman” who refused to wait on the line to the ladies room! It’s a lesson for my kids about meeting individual needs.)
While I hesitate to call this sexism, as Belmont is an old facility, the lack of adequate facilities for women does seem a mite short-sighted. If racing were serious about attracting female fans, it seems to me that they'd change a few signs on a few men's rooms for the day. But as Railbird recently pointed out, racing doesn't do a very good job at recognizing women in the industry or the stands.
Strangely, this sort of thing is apparently not a problem for casinos, as hard-core slots players have ways of dealing with this issue.)
-https://twitter.com/lovesQ4loo (Desperation and bathroom lines twitter page.)