#next time I'll suggest we reconvene at the harbour

[notthestarwar]

You've opened a can of worms here every time I try to tell people I know irl about the weird intimacy of being on a ship for weeks I get the blankest stares like I know I'm a weirdo about this girl now but LISTEN! Anyways it's about the fact that I know what brand of deodorant and toothpaste she uses but not her favorite color. It's her still sitting shoulder to shoulder with me during dinner even though I'm covered in crab juice and sweaty and nasty and tired and not a good conversation partner but still talking to me without expecting me to answer because I did want to hear what she had to say I was just exhausted. It's sharing an orange that I snagged because I was up before everyone else so I was able to pick through the fruit for a good one. It's her noticing my boot was untied and kneeling down to tie it because I was wrist deep in isopods and the intense eye contact that happened during the shoe tying. Sitting out on deck at night when it's so dark you can't tell the sky from the sea and there's just enough fog that you can't see any other vessels and it's so quiet and flat you may as well be the only two people in the world and there's something about that situation that makes it so easy to tell another person the things you're afraid of. Also as the shrimp fisher in this analogy there is something really validating of like oh you're seeing me at my absolute grossest, you've seen me mean and overtired and hungry and disgusting and you're still seeking me out? This is what you want? Okay go off queen I love you too

Listen. My ask box is open for anyone who wants to share any homoerotic anecdotes ok. I'm here for you. Any time of day.

My favourite kind of homoerotic anecdotes include crab juice so thank you very much for choosing me to share this with

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