Whenever I go to the beach I marvel at the magnificently muscled torsos of lifeguards totally at ease with the prospect of saving people’s lives. There is nothing better than a day at the beach ogling lifeguards while lying on warm sand with dribbles of sweat trickling down my chin and through a smattering of chest hairs before heading south toward the crotch.
Yes it’s another glorious “fun in the sun” day at the beach for the hordes of incurably optimistic aryan airheads immersed in non-stop pleasure seeking. So many blond boys and girls swimming in the sea yelping with glee or playing frisbee beneath the coconut trees or cavorting on the tennis courts. Some are scuba diving, windsurfing, and water skiing while other hedonists have left the beach to go skydiving, parasailing and hang gliding. Later everyone will gather on the beach to participate in the sensual sports of sucking and fucking ‘til the dawn’s early light.
It’s at times like this that I imagine what it would be like to inhabit another body completely different than the one I have been stuck in for all these years. Oh the thrill of awakening tomorrow morning without any recollection of who I am/was, every aspect of myself obliterated by a rewired brain attuned to an alien frequency. What a blessing to be reborn in the pefect body of a tanned muscular lifeguard who devotes his life to saving 97 pound weaklings from drowning.
Suddenly it’s back to reality as the rosy-fingered dawn arrives to greet a sea of beautiful blond bodies writhing in the sand. Soon they will be getting up and heading for the parking lot, tossing damp towels and soggy condoms into the back seats of their SUVs while simultaneously fastening their seat belts before starting the long drive back to the still somnolent suburbs.
new body new brain