"For better or worse" man...that's the deal.

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The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

There's more to come pp. She has yet to come in to change her tampon. Be strong.

Speaking from experience, I think this area is particular to each marriage.

I could care less if my husband comes into the bathroom while I'm Making Brown. However, while he doesn't say anything, I sense he likes his privacy, so I tread lightly. I ask if I can come in to the bathroom should I need a soap, or toothpaste, or beauty product, and I try to leave him in peace.

We've been married almost 18 years, by the way. The first week were were married and together was actually our fifth month married. We met, fell in love, made a baby too early, got married, and then he immediately went overseas (he's military).

The first week of living together as husband and wife, I was seven months' pregnant!

The first day together after I got off the plane at Frankfurt, he took his beloved Sports Illustrated into the bathroom and announced to me, "I'm going to the bathroom."

I think this was his way of telling me, "I love you, but I like to read and poop in silence."

This has not changed.

Over the years, I poo, he poos, and we may barge in on each other from time to time; but it's that mutual respect of bathroom time because of perceived/sensed boundaries that have formed the foundation for our bathroom ettiquette.

My sincere advice as a wife of almost eighteen years is this - lock the door when you take a dump.

If she fumbles with the lock and asks to be let in, then it opens the floor for discussion later on in the day. namely why she didn't just let you sit in peace. If you have to tell her you like to dump in private, just tell her. Ask her to humor you.

No, you shouldn't have to ask.

Yes, you might have to anyways.

I'm sorry. Some of us are just that way.

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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

OR....and this may sound way too obvious, get a 2 bathroom apratment, home, condo, tent, whatever.
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The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

I poop in front of Mrs. Shitake all the time, and she poops in front of me. We do have multiple (3) bathrooms in the house, but we both like the master bathroom the best. It is not uncommon for Mrs. Shitake to come in to brush her teeth, apply makeup or whatever she needs to do, while I am pooping. Heck, baby Shitake is in on it too...and she talks to me and says "poo poops?" or "daddy on the potty?", while I am going #2. I will go in and shave or brush my teeth while Mrs. Shitake is going #2. We have the proverbial "open door" policy in our house, (that is only when it is just us in the house). There is nothing wrong with seeing your spouse pooping, or your spouse seeing you pooping. I have also seen Mrs. Shitake change her pad during that time of the month, none of this phases me. We also want baby Shitake to be able to poop loud, proud, and most of all SHAMELESS.. Spouses see each other naked anyway, what is the big deal...

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In search of the ever evasive BM

Im not shameful but I dont like the GF standing there next to me while Im wrestling that bad boy out. I usually lock the door when I go. If I don't it never fails, someone comes barging in during the middle of a push. She is however, comlpletely shameless. She'll even call phatboy into the bathroom to tell him something while shes on the crapper.

Great question. And yes, you have to talk, and if you feel uncomfortable about her being in there, than you need to insist on that (but get there gently). But who knows, you may end up kinda liking the sharing.

As for me and my wife, we've never talked about this, but it's clear that both of us want our privacy in there. I don't even like her talking to me through the door. It's important to me when I go in there that no one has access to me. When that door closes, I've checked out. When and if I am ready to face the world again, I will emerge.

I am, of course, the ONLY exception to Logjam's Rule.

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The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

When the situation demands I can poop anywhere with no privacy, legacy left over from my military days I suppose. When privacy is possible, I prefer it. My wife and I after 46 years of marriage prefer privacy. We have never discussed it but that's just the way it worked out.

I really prefer brushing my teeth in a room that does not have the stench of someone else's poop in it. We have two bathrooms and like it that way.

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Eat chilies and feel the burn!!

My wife and I have had an open-door policy for the entire 44 years of our marriage, and I must say it makes life a whole lot less complicated than it would be if the other party couldn't come in. She shuts the door while showering because she gets cold easily; but that's about the only exception. Aside from that, we pee and poop in front of each other, no problem.

Looking back, I guess it was never dealt with. The pure fact of the matter is that I really didn't care to see her shitting (or something worse) so I always knocked. My wife, knowing what I was capable of producing, never entered because she didn't want to die.

My fiancé and I respect each others pooping privacy. I often joke and ask what she would do if I were in the shower and she needed to poop horribly bad. Would she come in? Would she poop? Would she kick me out? I have yet to get an answer from her, but given that we will be spending the next 5 years together in a 1 bedroom, 1 bath apartment I am sure it will happen.

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Number One . . . I order you to take a number two.

Dude. Get a new doorknob. One with a lock on it. Problem solved.

I don't want my wife in the room with me while I'm making mud pies and I don't want to be in there with her either.

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Hung like Einstein and smart as a horse.

I've been married 10 years and have never seen the mister pooping nor have I ever been seen pooping. What the fuck. Hell to the no. Fucking never. No. And we've managed this feat living in a third floor walk-up with one bathroom.

I won't lie, I'd lose a little respect for the man who dropped his drawers and proceeded to stink it up in my presence. I'd fully expect the same if I did such a thing. Call me old fashioned. Shitting in front of your spouse when it is not a dire situation (example: you have cholera) is grounds for a divorce.

Poopsy McGee......Yet another example of why if I were not old, fat, ugly, senile and married, I would be in Bawstin wooing you with the cities finest chowdah and countless lobsters. You are such a savvy woman.

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Eat chilies and feel the burn!!

To each their own. I don't do doo battle in front of the Missus, mainly because she's smart enought to clear the decks before I let loose with the chemical warfare. She does her business in private too. However, I fell in to the habit of whizzing in front of her, purely by accident. We keep bees, and before I put a beesuit on I drain the tank, period. I get out of the truck, pull Mister Wibbledy Wobbly out, and let it flow. She walked around the front of the truck, made a sarcastic comment, I finished with the normal shake, and I've whizzed in front of her ever since.

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Now that's what a men's room is supposed to smell like!

This a fascinating threat for discussion. Personally, I steadfastly refuse to marry or date a woman who locks the door and/or runs the water while pooping. Isn't that what marriage is all about anyway?

Personally for me and my hubby, he has seen me poop, pee,etc and does not care.

My hubz is not crazy about seeing me poop but if I gotta go, he understands. Frankly it'd beacause he's the one who started it. If I'm in the shower, brushing my teeth whatever. If he's gotta poop, he comes barging in but at least he aplolgizes."Sorry baby I gotta go I couldn't hold it." that's ok with me. It's mutual, but not quite so casual. Just if you realy gotta go.

No way I want my wife in there with me when I'm laying cable. That's the only time all day I get any peace and quiet. And I don't want to see my wife shit either. Some things are better left unseen.

you know the honeymoon is over
and romance is a dying flower
when she comes in to take a shit
while you are in the shower....!

Wow... This is too short for a story, and too long for a post.

The marriage was winding down, as about half of them do. We were in the fight a lot stage, the one that is just before the filing papers and lawyers one. She had moved out, and stolen my chopper. I had built her from a basket of parts over the last 3 years in the bedroom. As we slept on the floor, I awoke every morning to see her gleaming chrome, sparkling in the morning light. Anyway... The cops said she had removed "jointly owned property from jointly owned property to private property." Nothing could be done. To say I was pissed, was like saying it is chilly on Pluto.

I went to her place, figuring to probably get arrested. The fighting ensued. T'was a mobile argument, moving from room to room, till it made it to the bathroom. I needed to drop one, and did so without interrupting a single sentence. Suddenly silent and reflective, I said, "Chances are, I will never again feel comfortable enough to do this in front of anyone else... ever." She untied the string around her dress and let it fall to the floor, stepped into the shower, and gave me the "get in here" signal.

Make up sex. It is good stuff. All that raw emotion has to be channeled somewhere. As we lay there, spent and sweaty in the afterglow, I (stupidly) said "can I ride my chopper home now?" At that point, we were moved to the filing papers and lawyers stage.

My wife and I both pee with the door open. hell, I've even peed on her in the shower, for comedic purposes. I've even seen her change hygiene products. But, there has never been, and never will be a time that either one of us, will poop with the door open. Some things should remain private. I even close the bathroom door if I am home alone just incase she should come home before I finish.

Now that I think about it, Mr. daphne pees in front me of without thinking of it, but pooping is different. I think it's that "I have this neat hose and can use it anywhere" type of thought.

One of my best friends and her boyfriend of 14 years always have one bathroom for the eack of them. Hers is pretty and always lavender and purple, and his woodsy-themed bathroom always has porn, bike magazines, and photos of wolves on the walls. If Mr. daphne and I each had our own bathroom, mine would look like it does now. His, though, would probably never get decorated. Maybe a sports magazine. That'd be it.

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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

It's a boner killer. Don't do it!

Daphne said:"I have this neat hose and can use it anywhere"

I pee outside more than inside, when I can.

I really can't comment on this thread as I am not married. But, Honeyman pees and farts with the door opened. I, on the other hand, close the door, eventhough I know he hears and smells everything.
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...And their flesh like dung. Zeph. 1:17

I never go in there when the mister is pooping because I don't want to vomit but he must have like a shit sense because he always comes in to talk to me about shit when I'm shitting. Not good shit either, serious or boring shit because he fucking knows I have no where to hide! Bastard.
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Earth, insane asylum for the universe.

In my house there are two things that demand privacy, laying pipe and laying cable. The only exception is my wife leaves the bathroom door open so the idiot dogs can come in with her.

Oh shit. We're supposed to be closing the door?
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To affect the quality of the poo, that is the art of life. ~Thoreau, sort of.

If there is one universal right all races and sexes should have it is the right to total privacy when dooing your business.
It irritates me when Pa tries to hold a conversation from the other side of the door.
He don't take the Big Hint when the door is securely bolted.
I have been sorely tempted to yell in reply. "I am taking a s**t. Can it wait?

Dear bulldogcrap.....No censorship is required here on Poop Report, we are reasonably certain that when you wrote s**t what you really meant was shit. Come on, repeat after me, shit shit shit shit...now...wasn't that satisfying ?

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Eat chilies and feel the burn!!

Chief, you are being really presumptuous, BDC could have meant "skit, slit, smit, snit, spit" etc...
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The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

God Bilge.....How right you are....I am humbled and shall do penance, skit skit skit, slit slit slit (my favorite), spit spit spit, skit skit skit, and smit smit smit (I actually believe that smit is obsolete and modern usage would demand smite.

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Eat chilies and feel the burn!!

You left out "snit", of which I am in, due to your gross negligence.

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The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

Snit snit snit.....snot snot snot!!!

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Eat chilies and feel the burn!!

Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, tits.

so there,
George Carlin

Amusing to see how different we are. It has never been a problem or even an issue with us. But still both of us mostly do it alone. Partly because we are spending much time at work and do it there. This summer I spent three weeks hiking in the mountains with some friends while my man was working. Had to open my bowels outside almost every day. Then I sometimes sent a picture from my cell phone with the view from my "toilet" to my man. I think he liked it. He has never complained if I have walked in on him when on the throne or when squatting in the bushes. Nor the other way. But once when hiking my sister happened to walk in on him when going in the bushes. I know he felt that extremely embarrassing. I would not feel such a thing that bad.