Liam Neeson's Little "Problem"

 

The internet is always abuzz with gossip about celebrities, but this story in particular caught my eye.  While it's common for women to develop problems with incontinence as they age, the same can't be said of men whose anatomy just isn't as prone to mechanical failure as ours.  But that's just what it looks like here with movie star Liam Neeson/Peeson, who has been seen in countless photos sporting giant wet patches.  IN PUBLIC.  See for yourself:

Liam Neeson's pee is running down his knee, son!

Not only are his pants soaked, he appears not to give one iota of a fuck about who sees or what they think.  It's almost as if he doesn't notice it himself.  

What could be at the root of this phenomenon and this attitude?  Is Neeson an Omo fan?  Does he suffer some sad and potentially fatal disease that he hasn't announced yet?  Unlikely.  The most realistic explanation is severe alcoholism, which causes both loss of inhibitions and bladder control.  Of course it's possible he has some nondescript bladder condition, but this would be uncommon for a man in the absence of other severe (and noticeably advanced) diseases like MS.  And this is more than just "forgetting to shake off/drip dry" as the pictures attest.  Much more.

Many a Reddit thread has been started on this subject, with most not getting far beyond the amateurish pee puns & sophomoric jokes/wordplay (see:  Liam PEEson).  While nobody can say with certainty but the man himself and maybe his urologist, the consensus seems to be that a drinking problem is probably the root cause.  Apparently his beloved wife died suddenly around 2009, which would be enough to drive anyone to drink.   One Redditor even said Neeson has copped to becoming an alcoholic after his wife's death so, mystery solved?  He does look incredibly smashed in most of those soppy pant pics. 

 Redditors asking the important questions.

Whatever it is, here's hoping he gets it under control or, on the one-off chance he's our knight in soaking armor choosing to live the Omo Life openly, that he comes out and says so.  Because this pretending it's not happening is just plain weird.  Even for us kinksters.

Living the Omo Life Openly: A Casual Wetting Fantasy

Woman casually pees her chair while on the computer.

Imagine being the kind of Omo enthusiast who lived the life 24/7, 365 days a year.  Your close friends and loved ones just accepted that wetting was a daily part of your life like eating or sleeping, and they knew that when you got that distant look in your eye that you were filling your diaper or undies with warm pee & to wait until you finished if they wanted your undivided attention.  You still get a sexual thrill out of it but it's so ingrained in your life that it's not disruptive.  You simply use your pants rather than the toilet to relieve yourself, getting up to sop up your mess & change into dry clothes whenever you get around to it.  

Sure, you do a ton of laundry and have countless puppy pads/wet towels/mattress protectors strewn about the house, but it's a small price to pay for your freedom & bladder health.  The benefits are numerous:  You get up less often in the middle of serious work projects, chores, movies, a good night's sleep, video games & other immersive tasks to empty your bladder than anyone you know.  Your life is not nearly as controlled by nature's call as theirs; in fact you wonder how many hours the average person spends "just running to the bathroom right quick" if you added them up & placed them end to end.  

Likewise, how often do people dehydrate themselves because a bathroom is not handy, or because they simply don't want to get up and go?  How often do they hold it "just a little bit longer" than they should?  What effect does this have on one's urinary tract health over a lifetime?  Surely it can't be good.  The high incontinence rates in this country speak to that.   You, on the other hand, go out of your way to stay hydrated to avoid having yellow smelly pee and because you can pee anytime, anywhere.  How many contagious illnesses are caught in dirty public restrooms?  How much toilet paper is used, how many flushes, how many dollars spent?

When you look at it like that, it's surprising more people haven't adopted this lifestyle simply out of convenience, if not for health reasons too.  Especially when you consider the popularity of fast food (unhealthy) & other convenience items in this fast-paced capitalist society.  Wetting is both convenient AND healthier than holding it or dehydrating yourself, the only downside being the social stigma.  And you'll never have to worry about getting ticketed or put on the sex offender registry for public urination, which is illegal in all 50 states.  You just go when the need arises, no exposing yourself necessary.

You'll wee your pants in bed, while watching Netflix on the couch, while doing chores like dishes or laundry, driving uptown to run errands, while exercising, mowing the lawn or tending the garden.  A few of your friends have expressed interest in your hobby but none has tried it yet, not to your knowledge anyway.  You're quick to clean up your messes and only wet YOUR car & house, which you take great pains to keep smelling fresh.  In public you strap on an adult diaper much of the time to avoid public bathrooms though you're not an ABDL by any means.  It's all casual and about convenience, though you can't deny that warmth feels GREAT on your skin.  

Maybe you've designated a special "bathroom" corner in each room for wetting to keep the mess contained to a small area.  Think puppy pads and incontinence mats in a dark corner.  Whenever the urge arises, you step over into the bathroom corner, squat and wet.  Then you just fold up the wet mats and dispose of them or throw them in the washing machine.  Or perhaps you step out on the balcony to wet yourself like some gassy people do to fart so as to avoid making a mess in your house.  But you rarely take your pants down, at least not at home.  Your toilets are only for #2.

Have people shown disapproval or disgust of your lifestyle in the past?  Sure.  It's not every day you see a continent adult choose to use their pants for urination.  But those people are free to find other friends/partners.  You're not holding anyone at gunpoint.  It's actually turned out to be a good way to weed out fairweather friends who only like you for superficial reasons, leaving behind those who love you for YOU.  Some friends think it's funny, some find it awkward & overlook it altogether, some don't understand but are supportive.  Most of them rarely bring it up.  All of them know that if they're going to your house, they should expect to see wet pants & puddles.  It really isn't much different than expecting to see a litter box & cat toys at a cat owner's house or guns/ammo at a gun nut's home.  

Any of my readers ever achieved this level of pee freedom?  What would it mean to you to be able to wet yourself anytime, anywhere without judgment?  Do you ever casually wet--that is, wet yourself purely for convenience--when you're alone?

Hap-PEE with a Stranger

 Had a semi-interesting encounter today in a public bathroom.  A very friendly Black woman talked to me from the moment I entered until I exited, including while I was using the toilet.  Things we discussed included the size/cleanliness of the bathroom & how hard it was to find that particular building, and we laughed about getting lost on the way in.  There was another complete stranger at the sink when we entered who must've thought we were crazy, talking and giggling through the stall while we did our business like old friends who'd never met.  My stream was very weak & quiet and I didn't hear hers at all.   We exited the stalls at the exact same time after washing our hands & went our separate ways, my day a bit brighter having met her.  

Wish more people were laid back in public restrooms instead of being all serious & stuffy. 

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Risky/Adventurous Wettings from Back in the Day

 

 

My Omo 'career' goes back as far as I can remember.  I won't include exact ages, names or other details here that aren't important but I wanted to share some experiences that I occasionally recall with fondness from my youth.  Note:  I'd NEVER be this bold/stupid as an adult but I also had zero privacy back then & just sort of went with the flow in terms of wetting when the urge hit (which could be some inopportune times).  

Here are just a few that stick out in my memory, some of the more unique ones include:

+ I went through a spurt (pun definitely intended) of waking up early around 5 a.m. on school days to work on a coloring picture of a coyote in the desert.  No idea why I remember that detail but that's what it was.  Shortly after getting started each morning, I'd excuse myself from the dining room table to go outside on the patio, where I lifted my long pajama shirt up and peed on the ground.  I only wore the shirt with some panties underneath & it was usually cool & crisp at that hour, so I remember it being exhilarating even though I wasn't wetting.  And my mom was always up so there was the "getting caught" risk factor.  (I never did but easily could've--don't remember why I told her I was going outside so early.  She may have been onto me).  

Nobody:     
Me before school one morning:

+ One morning before school prior to that I decided to soak my good school clothes--a pair of hot pink tights & a Garfield shirt with matching necklace.  My parents were screaming at each other so I decided to 'dissociate' mentally by wetting my panties while looking down from above--my first POV wetting.  I got incredibly excited, that is until my mom turned her rage toward ME, asking what the hell I'd have done if I made it to school with a soaked crotch.  Fair question, one I hadn't even thought of.  I wasn't always the brightest bulb but I enjoyed myself.

+ During one of my other "omo jags" I kept a plastic Ziploc bag in the bathroom & would pee into it on the toilet, watching through my legs as I relieved myself.  Again, I wasn't wetting but this gave me a strange thrill.  When I finished I poured the pee into the toilet.  

+ Once my brother & I were fishing with my dad at a nearby pond and it started raining.  More like sprinkling actually.  In my naive young mind I took this as the perfect excuse to completely soak my red sweatpants.  Dad absolutely, 100% saw but is not the kind to mention such awkward things, so he handed me off to mom who scolded me once I got home.  Busted again.

+ Around this time I got caught wetting AGAIN when my mom's old childhood friend came to visit.  This time there would be a "busting" for real.  I was ambling around outside in soaked sweats when said friend pulled up in her fancy minivan unannounced.  Uh-oh.  This was the worst pee punishment ever, at least physically:  she sent dad in to "spank" (beat) me and locked me in my room for the duration of the visit.  I vividly recall the same red sweatpants being involved.  Not sure why I favored those particular pants to wet but they got me in a lot of trouble!  (Ironically, this friend of mom's was one she had numerous 'pee accident' stories from childhood she'd fondly shared with us over the years... talk about mixed messages!)

Me anytime I was within 100 ft. of water (to this day)

+ Of course I wet my swimsuit EVERY time I got near a body of water, which was almost every day until about age 13.  That goes equally for the public pool, Slip-n-Slide, Crocodile Mile, sprinkler, water balloon fights, playing in the hose or taking a dip in the horse trough on a hot day... ANY excuse to use my pants instead of the toilet.  There were times we didn't end up getting in the water at all when I would go through my one-piece into the toilet or on the ground!  Again, mom had told us that nobody uses the pool or lake bathrooms to pee (only to poop) as they were dirty & "creeps hung out there," so just go in the pool because "everybody does it".  More mixed messages.  Did I pee in the tub and shower each & every night?  What do you think?  I did that so much it wasn't even a thrill to me--just an automatic thing.  Sometimes I'd even stay after all the water drained just to wet the hard surface of the empty tub.  I made sure to push my naughty bits down directly on it before letting go. 

+ One of my faves was the rocking horse wetting.  I was wearing some loose-fitting windbreaker type shorts & sitting in a wooden rocking horse toy our uncle made by hand.  While watching TV with my siblings, I decided to let a spurt go in my baggy shorts, assuming the various parts of the horse would provide cover.  The first leak went okay so I released some more... and a few more for good measure.  Splash, splish-splash.  Splash.  My heart was POUNDING & when I looked down the wood was stained dark with pee.  I carefully got up, put the toy back & casually went to the bathroom to change.  I didn't get caught that time, BUT:

+ I was wearing those same shorts on a 30-minute grocery trip not too long after and got an uncontrollable urge about halfway there, so I let it rip in the back seat on the floorboard.  Not a bladder-full but enough to notice.  I DID get clocked walking into the store by my mother, who then sent me to sit in the car for the duration of the trip.  (Looking back, that was my downfall as a kid:  I had sort of a "reverse PTSD" where I'd get these amazing flashbacks while wearing clothes I'd previously wet in, triggering me to push my luck too far & do it again to relive the experience.  So I totally get what addicts mean when they talk about avoiding "triggers".  Clothes I'd successfully wet in were my triggers).  I could go for weeks, months or even years sometimes without having the urge to wet myself and then suddenly it was all I could think about.  No idea what would cause it other than a memory or external cue like that.  

+ Once when I was older I decided to flood some other sweatpants while lying in my bed.  Thankfully I had a lock on my door that prevented anyone from barging in, but my mom could've found the wet spot or pants at any moment (she DID find all my soaked pants much later; a different story for a different day).  I didn't have a mattress cover or anything--I just wildly let go on the side of the bed farthest from the door where she was least likely to touch if she ever made my bed while I was at school.  Eventually it dried & she never brought it up so I assume I got away with that one.  🤞🏼

What are some of your favorite wetting experiences, and what made them special?  How often were you caught, if ever?  Were you punished?