My skin tingled as I inhaled the sharp, musky aroma of urine mixed with salty seawater from the nearby ocean. As I walked along the cobblestones of Sitges, I saw my friends gather in a circle; they shared a bottle of wine and eagerly awaited what was to come. Soon after, we all joined hands and began to piss in a wild abandon that spoke to our raw, primal queer desires. The sounds of our tapping toes and relieved sighs merged together in a passionate chorus that reminded us of our untamed gayness. We passed the bottle from person to person, letting the warmth and the collective smell bring us closer.