Where dirt meets water

I’m not a big fan of the beach. I tend to subscribe to Bill Hick’s view of it…

What’s the fucking deal with the beach? I don’t get it. It’s where dirt meets water, alright? Is that that fucking amazing to you? I’ve got a bathtub and an imagination, I’m staying indoors this summer. That way I can listen to music that I like. Maybe I’m just jealous man, everyone at the beach is perfect, you know; tanned skin, white teeth, I’ve got white skin, tanned teeth.

Although anyone who has actually been to a beach recently will know that everyone is very much not perfect. There’s a lot of scary skin on display out there. It’s enough to make one thankful for baggy jeans and shapeless shirts.

When I’m not being a curmudgeon about the whole thing, I do enjoy the sound of the surf. And there is something about when dirt meets water that is a touch inspiring. That edge of land touching the apparently limitless ocean does spark a sense of awe. Particularly when viewed from the tiki bar across the street. So in honor of that, here’s a nice beach related image from Old Man Equine.

Old Man Equine Artwork

Author: paltego

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4 thoughts on “Where dirt meets water”

  1. Screw Bill Hicks! I’m an imperfect BBW (with white teeth) who’s the recipient of a few lusty glances coming my way when I go to the beach. And I love the sound of the waves too 🙂

    I’m sure I could get a few more glances if I partook in a bit of pony play with my sub. Thanks for the idea!

    Ms. Carol

    1. I’m positive pony play would absolutely attract a few glances and some raised eyebrows. As someone who finds the beach boring, and would very much enjoy that kind of diversion, I heartily applaud the idea 🙂 It’d certainly beat the endless line of people tanning, sleeping or reading!

      -paltego

  2. The beach bores the hell out of me. What do you do there? It’s interesting for the first hour, but then I get restless.

    I suppose you can read (that’s what I usually end up doing)…but if you’re going to read, it’s much more comfortable to read indoors!

    It might have something to do with where we grew up. I never lived by the ocean until I moved to NYC, so I grew up associating natural beauty with other things. Were you an inlander too?

    1. It’s hard to be too far from the sea in England, given it’s island nature, but I was about as far away as it’s actually possible to be. The monument marking the official center of the country was only about 15 miles from where I grew up. So yes, very much an inlander.

      I don’t mind taking a stroll down the line of the water, or along cliffs, or even sitting somewhere comfortable (like a nice bar or restaurant) and watching the sea. But like you, I just think hanging around on the beach itself is boring. As you say there are better places to read. Plus, I’m pale and white and melt in strong sunshine!

      -paltego

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