Great car.
Low mileage.
Just change the oil every 3000 miles.
I am 57 years old now.
I have a lot of mileage on me.
Check your oil, ma’am?
No thanks.
I already know I am all dried up.
I am in dire need of a lube job.
In my late thirties and early forties, older female friends would stand around at cocktail parties and talk about their vaginas for what seemed foreverWhy?
Because their vaginas were dry.
In the news this week, a French authoress has been talking about her drought, or her 12 years of celibacy.
Hannah Rosin was making me laugh last night writing about how French women do everything better than we do and now they are even doing this better.
Sophie Fontanel and “The Art of Sleeping Alone.”
Her years without sex were through the ages of 27 to 39.
She missed some good years.
Brinksmanship?
She beat me by 2 years.
My reasons for abstinence are sad and were brought on by illness.
Hers are of course, “cest magnifique” and “faux” profound.
Like lots of North Americans who suffer from depression and who are highly medicated, sex is for the rich and skinny and orgasms remain as far in the past as a good Robert De Niro film.
Sex or sanity?
I chose sanity.
Mainly because sex was one of the reasons I was crazy.
Divorce, loss of business and a bad relationship left me crazier than a shit house rat.
“She even looks sexier—so much so that a man puts down his briefcase to stare, children tell her she is beautiful, and her friends and exes press her about who she is in love with. “In a photo,” she writes, “I discovered that I’d begun to glow.”
There was no glowing for me just bloating and even more baggy clothes for the 25 extra pounds I gained and especially my constantly dirty hair which officially gave me the title of being that unkempt woman who lives on the 9th floor.
“Several American writers, including Anna Broadway and Hephzibal Anderson, have lately also given up sex, though generally for
shorter periods of time. Anderson gave it up for a year after seeing an ex-boyfriend walk into a jewelry store with some blonde and propose, and Broadway as a reaction to too many friends with too many post-hookup hangovers .Both do it with the aim of emerging more empowered or less passive or otherwise in control of their sex lives.”
shorter periods of time. Anderson gave it up for a year after seeing an ex-boyfriend walk into a jewelry store with some blonde and propose, and Broadway as a reaction to too many friends with too many post-hookup hangovers .Both do it with the aim of emerging more empowered or less passive or otherwise in control of their sex lives.”
Apparently, for some women passion comes with control.
Good for them.
And George Clooney is going to be my next husband.
“On her recent American tour, no doubt pressed by literal-minded American publicists; Fontanel has filled in a little detail. By giving her body a rest, Fontanel found a way, she wrote in a recent New York op-ed, to “take more pleasure while watching Robert Redford shampooing Meryl Streep’s hair in “Out Africa” than being in a bed with a man. Sometimes I took pleasure just by staring at men’s necks. Sometimes, just by listening to a voice. It was libido, trust me. It was desire. But society doesn’t recognize this kind of felicity.”
North Americans do understand erotica.
What we really want to know is; “Ms. Fontanel, did you masturbate while watching Redford shampoo Streep’s hair?
Just asking.
I am curious yellow.
And what woman has not been besotted by the male neck.
I have since I can remember.
Even a good redneck will do it for this liberal woman.Sex and intimacy seem to be a rare art these days.
Just when we think we have it in the palm of our hands, it flies away.
And turns into an entirely different creature.
If all goes well, it becomes a butterfly.
However, things are rarely what they seem.
Sometimes our lover leaves us at three in the morning.
To make his way home.
We know something is just a little off.
But I am the Queen of rationalization.
Your head hits the pillow.
You dream of happiness and hopefully some morsel of intimacy out of this strange and peculiar relationship.
While you are rationalizing, he is at home in cyberspace.
It is 4:03 a.m. here.nd the man who just left your bedside comments; “You have pretty hair” on her website.
She needs to get out of her world of poverty.
He no longer can be intimate with anyone.
And as for me?
Hopefully, some trust, a kind man and some ky jelly will be all I need this time around.
I can’t afford to be out of the game any longer.
Who knows if I have another ten years left in me?
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