Somewhere along on my journey west, the roadside and park facilities changed. In Colorado and Utah I found a lot of vault toilets. I find these to be along the same horrid lines as a port a potty. Only a little more gross and way more scary.
As a female, the conditions are not always conducive for hovering. Sitting down, I always wonder what frightening abomination, born out of human fecal matter, may be lying in wait, ready to reach up and grab my privates. My imagination really takes off with the vault toilet, so deep, dark and disgusting!
Here in California, I have found them to install the same frigid metal contraptions as what I experienced during my brief time incarcerated. Utilitarian, though it uses water the vault toilets do not. Though never appreciated, the dreaded icy touch to your hind quarters is momentary, and at least my sphincter is not contracted in anticipation of violation by shit monsters.
As a female, the conditions are not always conducive for hovering. Sitting down, I always wonder what frightening abomination, born out of human fecal matter, may be lying in wait, ready to reach up and grab my privates. My imagination really takes off with the vault toilet, so deep, dark and disgusting!
Here in California, I have found them to install the same frigid metal contraptions as what I experienced during my brief time incarcerated. Utilitarian, though it uses water the vault toilets do not. Though never appreciated, the dreaded icy touch to your hind quarters is momentary, and at least my sphincter is not contracted in anticipation of violation by shit monsters.