Again, if you live in a hamlet with a population of 26, I can see it being difficult to find a fellow splosher. But if you even live in a decent-sized town you should be able to find someone to indulge your fetish with. And if you live in or near a metropolis like New York, with visitors, tourists, and resists constantly going in and out (ahem), you really have no-one to blame but yourself.
As much as I try to filter my dashboard, I often come across miserable lonely-hearts Tumblr posts from homos crying about having no-one to fuck them. I also have profiles on several gay hookup sites, and I regularly see other profiles complaining about how hard it is to fulfill this or that particular desire. Here’s the thing, though: you can always find someone to have sex with. The expressions of desire proliferate in infinitely inventive ways, and sexuality will always find an outlet. On the other hand, you can’t always find someone you want to have sex with. “I want to know what it feels like to get pissed on” is a very different expression of desire than “I want the captain of the college lacrosse team piss on me.” The key thing to understand here, though, is that this limit is inside your own head. It ultimately comes down to a basic question of priorities: is it more important to you to explore a particular sensation or activity, or is it more important to you to protect your ego by limiting the category of people you’re willing to explore with?
There’s no right or wrong answer here. It is, as I say, a question of personal priorities. But you need to realize that whatever you decide, it’s your decision. If maintaining your “standards” is important to you and your vanity won’t permit you to indulge sexually with someone you don’t consider gorgeous, fine. But don’t expect sympathy from me because your narcissism is inhibiting your sexual satisfaction.