Bathrooms

darnold1975

The Bitchuation Room: Not Flushing Public Toilets

“I didn’t wake up to choose violence. But my spirit, my schedule, and my digestive system clearly held a secret meeting without me.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Today, I need spiritual reinforcement. I need divine intervention. I need the ancestors, the angels, and maybe even a hazmat team. Why? Because I have once again encountered the most baffling, lawless, civilization‑ending behavior known to humankind. And it’s the people who do not flush public toilets.

I’m not talking about toddlers. I’m not talking about someone in the middle of a plumbing emergency. I’m talking about full‑grown adults with jobs, vehicles, and voting rights walking away from a toilet like they’re leaving the scene of a crime. And I’m tired.

Clearly we need to cleanse this house, this neighborhood, and possibly the entire Deep South of the spiritual funk caused by grown adults who refuse to flush the commode. I’m not naming names. But if the shoe fits, it probably smells like the inside of a Dollar General bathroom after a power outage. The cats have convened an emergency meeting of the Feline Administration for Sanitation & Southern Decency. And let me tell you, they are fed up also.

Let me tell you something. Walking into a public bathroom in the South is like spinning a roulette wheel of trauma. You might get lucky and find a clean stall. Or you might open a door and see something that makes you reevaluate your entire relationship with humanity. I’ve walked into gas station bathrooms that smelled like someone tried to boil crawfish in holy water. I’ve walked into Walmart bathrooms where the lights flickered like the building was trying to warn me. I’ve walked into Dollar General bathrooms where the toilet seat was wet, and I didn’t ask a single question because I value my sanity. But the worst. The absolute worst is when someone leaves the toilet unflushed like it’s a public art installation titled “Chaos in Porcelain.”

I have questions. Deep, philosophical questions. Are people scared of the handle? Do they think the toilet is self‑cleaning? Are they performing a social experiment? Were they raised in a barn? Do they believe flushing is optional, like adding guac at Chipotle? I swear, some of these toilets look like someone tried to summon a demon and then got distracted.

Let me be clear. I have a list. A personal, emotional, spiritual list.

1. The gas‑station bathroom off Highway 49

The toilet was bubbling. I don’t know what was happening, but I left before it gained consciousness.

Piper’s Report: “I opened the door and immediately felt the presence of something unholy. The toilet was bubbling like it was trying to communicate. I will not be returning.” She has since saged her whiskers. The toilet made a noise that sounded like it was speaking in tongues.

2. The Walmart bathroom with the flickering lights

I opened the door and immediately felt like I was in a horror movie. I’m not auditioning to be the first one taken out. Absolutely not.

Tinkerbell’s Report: “I stepped inside and the lights flickered like a horror movie. I’m a cat, not a final girl. Absolutely not.” She then crossed herself even though she’s not religious. 

Reason for Blacklisting: The stall door creaked open on its own. No one was inside. We left Immediately.

3. The Dollar General bathroom

If you know, you know. If you don’t know, keep it that way. Protect your peace.

Coco’s Report: “I don’t know what happened in there, but it smelled like someone tried to microwave a swamp. I’m not emotionally equipped for that.” She refused to make eye contact for the rest of the day.

Reason for Blacklisting: The toilet seat was wet. From what? We don’t ask questions in this house.

4. The Target bathroom with the graffiti warning

When a wall says, “Don’t look in the third stall,” that’s not a suggestion. That’s a prophecy. And I ignored it. And I regret it. 

Tinkerbell’s Report: “The wall said, ‘Don’t look in the third stall.’ So naturally, I looked. I regret everything.” She has not spoken of what she saw.

Reason for Blacklisting: The third stall. That’s all we’re legally allowed to say.

5. The Buc‑ee’s bathroom that was suspiciously clean

Too clean. Uncomfortably clean. Like “someone is watching” clean. 

Piper’s Report: “It was suspicious. No bathroom should sparkle like that. It felt like a trap.” She sniffed every corner like a bomb‑sniffing dog.

Reason for Blacklisting: Cleanliness so intense it felt like surveillance.

6. The Mall Bathroom With the Unflushed Situation

Coco’s Report: “I walked in, saw the unflushed disaster, and immediately filed a complaint with the universe. I’m still recovering.” She wrote his trauma memoir in crushed Goldfish cracker powder.

Reason for Blacklisting: The toilet bowl looked like a Jackson Pollock painting of regret.

7. The Park Bathroom With No Door

Tinkerbell’s Report: “I am a lady. I require privacy. I will not be conducting my business in an open‑air amphitheater.” She left with her dignity intact.

Reason for Blacklisting: No door. No lock. No hope.

I’m not asking for much. I’m not asking for aromatherapy diffusers or marble countertops or a choir of angels singing while I pee. I’m asking for one flush. One. Single. Flush. If you sprinkle, tinkle, plop, drop, splash, crash, or otherwise contribute anything to that toilet, flush it. It costs nothing. It takes one second. And it prevents trauma. May your public bathrooms be clean, your stalls be empty, and may you never again open a door and see something that requires therapy.

And so, as we gather our belongings, our dignity, and whatever spiritual protection we have left, let us remember this simple truth that  Public bathrooms don’t have to be war zones. They don’t have to be escape rooms. They don’t have to be archaeological digs where you discover what the last person ate in 2007. All they require is for people to flush the commode like they were raised by humans and not released into the wild by accident.

Piper has spoken. Coco has unionized. Tinkerbell has filed a formal complaint with the ancestors. And together, they leave you with this final Southern blessing. “May your stalls be clean, your floors be dry, and may you never again encounter a toilet that looks like it needs a wellness check.” Amen, Ashe, and flush it.

If a bathroom requires courage, prayer, or a tetanus shot, the cats are out. If the toilet is unflushed, they’re out. If the air feels thick enough to chew, they’re out. And honestly? Same.

THE PUBLIC BATHROOM SURVIVAL GUIDE:

As mandated by the Feline Administration for Sanitation & Southern Decency

1. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK

Public bathrooms are not “restrooms.” They are escape rooms with plumbing. If you walk in and immediately smell something that makes your eyelashes curl backward, congratulations you’ve entered Level 1. Piper calls this “The Warm Welcome.” She says if the air feels chewy, turn around.

2. THE FLUSHING CRISIS: A NATIONAL EMERGENCY

Let’s address the porcelain elephant in the room. Why are people not flushing? Is it rebellion? Is it laziness? Is it generational trauma? Is it a cry for help? Tinkerbell says it’s a lack of home training. Coco says it’s a lack of supervision. Piper says it’s a lack of Jesus. I say it’s all three.

3. THE CATS’ OFFICIAL OBSERVATIONS

PIPER (Baby Chaos, Bathroom Anthropologist):

“Some of these toilets look like someone tried to summon a demon and then got scared halfway through. Flush it. I’m too young for this.” She now carries emotional support treats.

COCO (Snack Lobbyist & Public Restroom Union Rep):

“I’ve seen gas‑station toilets that looked like they needed a wellness check. If I can cover my business in a litter box and still be decent enough to bury it, humans can push a handle.” She then filed a petition written in crushed Goldfish cracker powder, because he believes in snack‑based activism.

TINKERBELL (Dignity Enforcement Officer):

“I walked into a Walmart bathroom and saw something that made me reconsider reincarnation. I will not be returning.” She has since created a personal Do‑Not‑Enter list that includes any bathroom with flickering lights, any bathroom with a wet floor for “mysterious reasons,” any bathroom where the toilet seat is up AND the stall door is unlocked, and any bathroom with graffiti that says, “Don’t look in the third stall.”

4. THE RULES OF SURVIVAL

Rule #1: If you make it, you flush it.

This is kindergarten-level stuff. If you can operate a smartphone, you can operate a toilet.

Rule #2: If the toilet looks like it’s fighting for its life, choose another stall.

Do not be a hero. This is not your battle.

Rule #3: If the floor is wet, assume the worst.

Do not investigate. Do not sniff. Do not ask questions. Just hover like your mama taught you.

Rule #4: Never trust a gas‑station bathroom after 10 p.m.

Coco calls this “The Witching Hour.”

Rule #5: If the hand dryer sounds like a jet engine, it’s lying.

It will not dry your hands. It will only blow your sins back at you.

Today we not only cleansed the house. We cleansed society. Specifically, the part of society that walks into a public bathroom, commits a biological felony, and then strolls out like they’re headed to a church potluck. I’m convinced some people think public toilets are interactive art installations. Or maybe they believe the commode is a museum exhibit titled “The Human Condition.”

So, let’s be honest. If you wouldn’t leave your own toilet looking like that, why are you doing it in public? This is not a scavenger hunt. This is not a science experiment. This is not a performance art piece titled “Chaos in Porcelain.” It’s a toilet. Flush it. We’ve cleansed the energy of every gas station, Walmart, Buc‑ee’s, and Dollar General bathroom from here to the Gulf Coast. The cats say it’s a public health crisis. I say it’s a moral failing. Together, we say, “FLUSH THE DAMN COMMODE!” Thanks for reading! And beware of unflushed toilets.

Affirmation: I honor my chaos, laugh at my disasters, and rise today knowing that even when life goes sideways, I still show up shining, hydrated, and unbothered.

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darnold1975

“Trans Rights Are Human Rights”

“It’s not the child’s responsibility to teach the parent who they are, it’s the parent’s responsibility to know who their child is.”

-Tig Notaro

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away! I hope everyone’s Pride month is going well. There’s just something about Pride month that feels so unique to the rest of the year. To me it’s almost like coming out of the closet for one month every year. The release of finally stepping out of that smothering closet into your truth and say, “This is who I am!” And after the  chaos that can happen, at the end of the day, you can finally sleep soundly knowing that you just set yourself free. You no longer have to pretend that you’re one way or another to appease, yet another, non-affirming straight person who wants to tell you how many different ways that you’re going to Hell. And for my fellow trans brothers and sisters, it can be so much more difficult.

First, you must understand what the term “Transgender” means. Transgender is very simply, when someone has the brain of one gender and the body of another gender. It’s difficult for many to understand. If you don’t understand, then you were never transgender. I’ll admit that I don’t understand everything. But that’s not the point. The point is that the person or people are my friends, and I accept them for whoever they are or want to be. And I understand how difficult that can be. 

Transitioning is so much more difficult than just saying that you’re trans. They go through physical, psychological and emotional changes. Not only do they have to say, ‘I’m different.” They also have to say, “I’m switching genders.” Based on the way that my family reacted to my own coming out, I would rather dive headfirst into a vat of hot lava instead of telling them that I was switching genders. I’m considered “soft butch” and there are a lot of problems because I’m not the stereotypical female.

Let me explain a few things.

· Transgendering behaviors are peppered throughout history in ancient civilizations and cultures of the world. 

· In the nineteenth century, people like Karl Ulrichs began to describe “gender confusion” as being “female psyche caught in a male body.”

· The Early 20th century the Germans began studies and treatments for gender dysphoria.

· In the 1950’s transgender rights in the United States began with Christine Jorgensen’s surgery coming to public attention. 

· 1960’s the term “transgender” appeared and then medical treatments like hormone therapy and gender affirming surgeries became possible.

· 1970’s The very first clinic dedicated to transgender health care opened in Canada. 

· 1980-Present the term “transgender” was popularized and the moment began to build momentum(HRC.org, 2024).

Transitioning can be something as simple as having a new hairstyle, name, pronoun or style of clothing. Not everyone transitions all the way through surgery. Some people have complete top and bottom surgery and hormones. And others do hormones and choose not to do surgery for several reasons. The complete process is individual to the person. And your opinions will not influence this. It’s not about you and your wants and needs! It’s about them.

I wish that some of you could be on this side of the “public bathroom” argument and realize how utterly ridiculous you sound. They want to simply use the bathroom that reflects their gender. They don’t want your precious “dangling genitalia” or your “cooterville.” And equally ignorant is the statement about being dangerous to kids. Let me make one thing perfectly clear, a lot of the time you won’t be able to identify these individuals by just looking at them. The whole concept of transitioning is about change. And not everyone transitions at the same pace. Peeing and pooping happens no matter what your gender. After my own sexual abuse, I would feel safer leaving my children with someone who is transgender versus someone who is straight and religious.

 That does not mean that I don’t love God through my own beliefs. It means that some of the people that I distrust the most are religious people I’ve been around. And no, I don’t believe that all religious people are harmful. I have some very beautiful christian people in my life that have become a backbone of strength for me. But my trauma has taught me since the age of 5 years old to be incredibly careful around people who say they love Jesus and then use that as a weapon to manipulate and hurt others. I watch actions and not religious rhetoric.

And the military argument? Really?! Like what soldier is going to say prior to his/her life being saved by someone who is transgender, “Wait! Drop your drawers. Do you have one a “banana hammock” or a “clam snuggler?” I wouldn’t care and would be screaming, “Kill this ISIS asshole!” And they are willing to lay their own lives down for a country that does not see them as equal or as deserving as their straight battle buddies. Think about that for a second. They are going out risking and laying down their lives for people who live in some kind of world where random acts of violence are conducted by a “Trans Monster” seeking out children and virginities. I have never seen so much stupidity until “Trans Rights” came into question.

If you think coming out as a gay person is difficult, talk to one of the Transgender Warriors. The term “transexual” is a very outdated and derogatory term. A transexual is the same thing as a cross dresser. There are no hormones or surgery involved. And drag queens and drag kings are not the same as transgender. Some do perform as kings and queens. However, transgender is not only when the individual dresses like the opposite gender. I have met some of these beloved and very courageous people. And I can tell you that a lot of people who transition are some of the most appealing and sexiest people on the planet. And don’t think that they have an insatiable sexual appetite like what is assumed by those not under the rainbow umbrella. Trust me, they have standards too.

I will always be an advocate for Transgender Rights. They deserve the same rights as anyone else. And I believe that if they are brave enough to go fight for my rights, then they’re also deserving of the same rights. They are fighting for our freedoms as I sit and write blogs with a cat in my lap. Have the courage to stand up for these people who are even more marginalized than I am. And to all of my trans friends and family, “I stand with you! You are deserving of love and compassion. You are not wrong. You are loved and accepted. And YOU ARE ENOUGH!”

Thanks for reading! Take what you can use and leave the rest. You are Wanted, Needed and Loved! Happy Pride Everyone!

Affirmation: Your gender and authenticity are beautiful.

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