No.130 Tack’s Pussy Exposed on a Beach Walk, Cradled by the Sound of Waves

The winter sea feels a little lonely, with no one around, and that’s precisely why it seems to accept everything. I park the car and descend the stairs leading to the sandy shore. The sensation of sand filling my shoes inexplicably makes me happy. I listen to the sound of these waves. A cold wind stings my cheeks, but I start walking slowly.
In this place where I needn’t hold back for anyone, I am simply myself. Watching the waves roll in and retreat, I feel something inside me slowly unravel too. The horizon stretches endlessly, the boundary between sky and sea blurring together. Seeing such a scene, I began to wonder if boundaries like male or female might just be lines someone arbitrarily drew. Footprints remain in the sand. The next wave will erase them, yet still, I was definitely here. The winter sea was gentle. Without a word, it simply accepted me. #WinterSea #BeachWalk #CrossDresser #TimeToBeMyself #SoundOfWaves