#aquaphobia

I think if someone tells you to do exposure therapy because they think their phobia is irrational that you should be allowed to glass them actually

also there is something romantic and erotic to the sea. she shoves me to the shore and into the sand like forcefully pushing a reckless child to safety, I let her do and it becomes a game of its own. we play fighting for a while but i want to push back harder. i wade through the waves and start swimming where i can ride the waves, and pretend for a moment i can overpower her too. silly human she says as seawater gets in my throat and makes me cough as i scramble for the surface. i breathe in and hold my breath as i dive down to grab a broken seashell. i admire her treasure and toss it back. someone smaller than me might find a home in it. when I go to bed tonight my body remembers the rocking of her waves. she lulls me to sleep so easily, to safety and silence.

i was at the beach enjoying some bigass waves and i thought "damn i'd surf that" (i would not, they were not nearly high enough but close) then i thought mmmmmh i would go take surfing lessons with Vessel and III from II and IV, just three blokes white as belugas eating shit on long boards while two hot tanned as fuck surfer men straddle their own boards and show us how it's done while the waves lick their bouncy tiddies and cover them in a sheen of seawater that runs down their tummy when they're done and their chests go up and down from the effort

Shout out to folks with Aquaphobia!