Toilette Talk- Talk about the “Natural Position”

by ScottPerry on December 13, 2010

If you might happen to have any ideas, thoughts or other general comments about natural position (squat) toilets, comment away. I’d love to hear them!

{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

guy gooder December 14, 2010 at 7:56 am: I have been using a Nature’s Platform for over a year now and the health benefits are really amazing. Not only do I have very complete evacuations, but I have less stomach gas and indigestion. At first, flexibility is an issue however, this does not last long and soon you have no problem squatting comfortably and with balance. The platform is the same height as your sitting toilet and that is the biggest problem. You must have a real sense of balance in order to squat on the platform and if you intend to use the squat method until you are old this is a drawback. I plan to install a squat toilet in the floor and make the sitting toilet a thing of the past.
For your health and happiness, try on of these toilets or at least purchase a Nature’s platform to find out if it is something you can physically do!
James_W December 18, 2010 at 4:13 pm: Awhile back I entered into our bathroom to find small black footprints on our toilet seat. Of course the first thought that ran through my head was what the heck..! Who in the world made this mess? So I did what most parents would do, clean it up and continue on about my business.

Well it wasn’t but a day or two later before I noticed the small black footprints again. So again I clean it up and ask all of the children, which one of them was part Blackfoot Indian, mixed with a little gargoyle? Come to find out my youngest son who is now five told me “I had to go daddy.”

I asked him, “Why couldn’t you go like everybody else does son?” So he looks up at me with his puppy eyes and tells me that his way just makes him ‘feel better’…. plus…. it keeps him from falling in!!! Out of the mouth of babes. Sometimes the teacher becomes the student, and I guess he may have been right. Maybe it really is a better way to go.

Who would of thought… so now after turning it over in my head for a little while, I think I know. I guess I’ll tell him now I think he was right (but he’ll still have to clean his little footprints himself!)

Thanks B.E.C.
Aamir December 20, 2010 at 3:48 pm: I’m an Asian and I’m proud to say I answer “nature’s call” while in the squat position. Let me tell you it’s a great feeling after you’re done. Afterwards I feel very light and twice as ‘unburdened’ as after using a sit-down toilet. There are almost no cases of colon cancer in my country and its all because of our squat toilets and of course because of the lower numbers of cases of constipation, the health issue from which we are protected by these toilets.

Try it and you’ll really feel the benefits immediately. This is the natural way to pass stool. In the natural position, you sit and feel immense pressure inside, which helps you to expel all the feces in one good go. Good work BEC. Two thumbs up!!

By the way, here is a little poetry I found about the humble squat toilet. Enjoy!

Ode to the Squat Toilet

by Pushkar Sharma

I remove my trousers,
and bend my knees;
these actions practiced,
this tango at ease.

No toilet seat, no lift,
no piss touched my hand;
no rigor, you figure,
this plan for all the land.

But West travels far
North, South, and East,
and the toilet bowl has risen
like fine-porcelain yeast.

A tank, a flush
proliferating rife.
A toilet bowling away
a way of life,

And though I’m biased
I must be a realist
the fecal wars are being won
by a shitty Imperialist.

But this is an ode,
the punch line, I’m going to spoil it:
everything needs love
even the squat toilet.

When I first met you,
you seemed so crude,
never offering me a seat
seeming so overtly rude.

So I’d crouch.

With my ass hanging there in the air
where the bowl would be.
My feet precariously close
to where the pee-pee would be:

I was uncomfortable and uncertain,
I’d feel lewd–,
this was just savage and dirty
is what I’d conclude:
You were a mystery.

As I went on, as time passed,
I tried to keep up my stiff defense.

But as I met you again and again
You always greeted me so kindly,
with your potty-mouthed opening,
that forever shit-eating grin,
your smooth curves asking for charity,
for anything I could give,
And I began to warm to You.

As I met you wherever I traveled,
You were no longer a surprise guest
You were my best guide
a companion sharing those intimate moments
I’d previously tried to hide.

We became friends that sang and sung.
You gave me your company,
I gave you my dung.

And slowly I realized,
my ass doesn’t need a rough-papered rub
nor a soft-charmin scrub:

My ass needs a shower,
My bump needs a bath,
water sprinkling down
from a generous carafe.

Ah! the freshness
Oh! the crisp air
My ass so precious
Sleek and debonair;

Tracing my curves clean
the water’s just right,
as I engage in the unseen
and wash instead of wipe.

So I continue a tradition
that pre-dates papyrus;
washing with my left hand,
with the same movements
that have been practiced
since the colon’s creation.

And now,
in a land of toilet bowls
I mourn my lost friend.

But know…
if I were in line for the loo
my insides pressing me to pee-pee or do-poo,
I wouldn’t want a heated seat
Or a Japanese tune to make me discrete.
My feet planted wide
knees bent
saddled up to ride
deep breath exhaling with pride:
I’d not want to sit,
No, that would spoil it,
forget the TP
give me my squat toilet!

…. and just in case you found that poetry to be a bit er… crappy, here is something with a little more of a ‘beat to it’.

Aamir