As someone who doesn’t fear the sun, I don’t get triggered when I see a girl with a tanline.
I don’t start crying about global warming. i don’t glue myself to the sidewalk to try to get cars off the road. I do not try to initiate 15 minute cities you can’t leave your pod unless you are well behaved. I don’t run out and try to steal an electric vehicle…
I also don’t get upset about skin damage, skin cancer, or worry about the tanlines I am staring at.
Instead I like to romanticize the tan, like did it happen on a fun nature walk they fucked on, did it happen being active and adventurous in a bikini, did it happen at an outdoor party on a hot summer day before passing out from getting too fucked up in the sun, was an abortion in training created when these tanlines happened….or are these weathered prostis, who live life in the elements, like they are cowboys, but rather homeless and unable to avoid the harsh son in between dick sucks….or is it just chemical slop you stain your skin with….
A tanline tells 1000 stories….