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             from your own cistern. What’s your own cistern? It is your urine. Urine
             is the water of life.”
                Some men, always working toward versatility, often take a liking for
             piss: from beer-clear to early morning thick. The range of preference is an
             acquired taste–the reasons for taking another man’s piss range from the
             sacred to the profane.
                Some guys start off early in life pissing, as little boys, into the family
             john with their brother having races to see who will finish first. Others
             start later, at college bars, pissing into the same trough. Refinements set
             in: going off to bars across from police stations to give the porcelain a good
             lick when the cops come in after duty for a quick beer quickly pissed out;
             pissing up a guy’s ass before, during, and/or after a good hard fuck; and
             preparing the basic water sports emblem, a piss-soaked jock, tucked into
             the back pocket.


             Variations on any theme, even Handel’s “Water Music,” are as endless
             as the inventive mind of man. Run an ad in Drummer’s personals, The
             Leather Fraternity, for Mason Jars of dirty bathwater and takers will beat
             a path to your P.O. Box. You just can’t out-fetish and out-fantasize and
             out-actualize all of the people all of the time. But that is The Joy of Piss,
             like the joy of almost everything else: finding out that you as a man of the
             Third Kind are not alone, and in piss, more than almost anything else,
             together men sink to swim.

           ©Jack Fritscher, Ph.D., All Rights Reserved—posted 05-05-2017
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