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Just a funny little story from today.

I was at our family's camp with my mother today.  The camp is appropriately rustic (no electricity, indoor plumbing, or other modern amenities).  We had just locked up the cabin and hidden the key when my mother decides she needs to use the outhouse before we go.  The key is locked inside, and for whatever reason she doesn't want to go through the hassle of finding the key and unlocking the cabin door to get the outhouse key.  She figures just popping a squat behind the outhouse will be fine.  She's out of view, and I'm waiting for her when I hear a scream and my dear ol' mom--pants round her knees--comes running (waddling?) from the back of the outhouse yelling.  Apparently there was an animal back there, and she wasn't interested in having anything bite her rear that day.  Before I know it, I'm being mooned by my own mother as she... finishes up... in front of the outhouse. 

I really didn't want to be privy to this, so I quickly scurried behind the cabin, out of view, and decided that I might as well whip it out and relieve myself while I was back there.  After finishing, I get the feeling of being watched.  I quickly stuff it back into my pants, turn around--and have to face my mother wondering how in the heck I was peeing standing up.  Her exact words were "that looked very realistic."  o.O

Other questions included "how, how, how?!" (latex tubing, Mom), "don't you have to stick *there*" (erm, yes), "doesn't it hurt?" (nope), "isn't it uncomfortable in your pants" (not really--full answer that I kept to myself: actually, I rather like it there).  The conversation ended with me just exclaiming "yes, Mom, I pee standing up!"  At which point we were back to the car... where my grandmother was waiting (uh, here's hoping she didn't *quite* catch what I said, though she already knows about me--not accepting, however).  Anyways, my mom didn't completely freak out as I thought she would.  She just seemed interested, if a bit nosey.  She's coming around slowly, slowly, slowly and has called me he/him a few times in the past couple days (I'm visiting my parents for a few weeks).  Unfortunately, the rest of the family is not even close to my mom's hesitant acceptance, but... it's something.

Interesting and unusual experience. Sounds like you and your mom handled it pretty well.

That's too funny.

My mother was shocked when I told her I used the urinals (she was asking which rest room I used).  I just said, would you like a visual?   >:-)   Obviously she declined!


Jay