The best part of holding has got to be the release. Or, perhaps, finding a good place for it. The sensation of holding such a throbbing burden within is great, but getting to go outside, where anyone walking their dog could potentially see me ruining a pair of jeans in front of what appears to be a phone on a tirpod? Exhilarating. (Don't judge the lawn it's been 101-108 for the past two weeks and I'd LOVE to not die. You buying this helps me gather money to pay a lawn person this week, so THANK YOU)