Hey guys, nope, when I intibate, I sit myself to the back of the toilet seat, insert the catherter, and bend it down into the front of the toilet bowel (I'd draw you all a picture, but trust me, it ain't a pretty picture) and let it drain. As for bathroom nookie, babies, I can top it. I was in my hubbies country, El Salvador (been there five times now) for the first time, was in a mall food court, and naturally, my j pouch gave out, so off to he bathroom I run. I noticed this little guy (most men are short there) staring at me when I went into my stall. I sat there in agony for a while when I hear the same little guy in the stall next to tapping his foot, over and over. The next thing I know this lord of the dancing stall sticks his head under, winks at me, and invites me over to his stall for a little flush the sausage! This is a homophobic, god fearing country, I smiled, and politely declined his kind, Christian offer. He was pissed (pardon the pun, not one man in that country can aim for the rim of the bowel!) but after I finished my business, I rejoined the family in the food court and told them of my harrowing journey. After they finally stopped laughing, I see this same guy being hauled away by the mall security. Apparently he's a regular, yeah, thanks for he warning. I completely expect this type of thing here in Toronto, but not there! Can't wait to see their faces if it happens again, I'll aim my catherter their way and see what happens, muah ha ha!!!!