Yesterday, I was cleaning our house. I got to what we call the "middle bathroom," which is the bathroom mostly used by people who visit. Because of the great basement redo, we had one adult male and three pre-teen or teenaged males living in our house off and on for a couple of weeks now. Cleaning the middle bathroom, I was horrified to discover that, with such people in your house, cleaning the toilet requires actually wiping someone else's dried urine off of the rim to the toilet bowl. As I armed myself with bleach-spray and pushed up my sleeves, I had a sudden flash of sympathy for all those straight women at the wedding shower and their toilet cleaning revulsion.
I have never been so glad to be a lesbian in my entire life.