erotophobia

Today I got an email from one of our classmates with 2 more study guides for our clase de la familia and at the bottom of the email her signature line says, "Where there is love, there is no question."

Talk about denial. I got a whole bunch of questions, like:

I love you but why are you still throwing a tantrum?
I love you but can you please chew on your bones outside?
I love you but do you really think I'm going to let you come visit for a week and then take my kids home?
I love you but could you please (insert things I cannot write here)?

According to the phobia list, erotophobia is a fear of sexual love or sexual questions. So even the phobia list agrees that where there's love there can be questions.

Here are a few of my favorite phobias (not to make light of people with phobias...i'm not phobist). I have none of them (but I do have ventilopipophobia, the fear of learning about vents).

Anablephobia: fear of looking up
Antlophobia: fear of floods (ok, after the Great Albuquerque Flood of July that almost killed my car...)
Arachibutyrophobia: fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth
Aulophobia: fear of flutes

And those are just the A's...