When we were young and our hormones were out of balance in the opposite direction, being tired mattered very little. We still managed to express our lust for one another no matter the circumstance.
Now that we are older and the hormone imbalance seems to be at the other end of the scale, the desire may still be there, but ......... the flesh is weak without proper sleep. I suppose that this must be nature's way of keeping us alive. I wonder just how many have died due to that little blue pill pushing them to complete what the heart was too weak for?
I have always been told, "it's the thought that counts" when receiving a gift. That applies to sex in the sixties, too. Just my opinion.
I shared a political opinion earlier this week and an apology was demanded from the one I shared it with. Apology? For my opinion? I don't think so. This person demanding my apology feels very free to express his political beliefs to anyone who will listen (and some who just pretend to listen). My comment was in response to some bumper stickers he would be proud to display as a Republican. I found some of them to be racist and I said so. I expressed my opinion about the short-comings of his candidate and he wanted to know if I was "on something".
I am not a Stepford wife who would blindly follow her husband's choice in voting. I express myself well, I have a good command of the language, and I can even enunciate my words. This all happened in e-mail form. I did get the last word in. I might lose a customer. Am I upset about this?
I must be to some degree or I wouldn't be thinking and writing about it. My husband thinks I should have kept my mouth shut (or my fingers still) in the first place, and then when the apology was demanded, I should have apologized. Really, the man would seem to not know the woman he married. I would apologize if I had initiated the sharing of opinions, but I didn't. The world would be a dull place if every one thought the same thing ..........
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Hair
I think I was complaining about skin tags when last I wrote. That was the night of insomniac musings about my sex life (or lack there of). The skin tags are benign, but annoying depending on location. The bigger ones seem to develop in areas with lots of traffic. Like the bra zone and inner thighs. This allows the little buggars to become red and angry and be painful. The ones I hate the most are the ones that get caught under the under wire of my bra. Never fails to annoy in public. I feel the need to point out here that there is just one letter's difference in public and pubic. Why, I wonder; since pubic should not be public.
Speaking of public ...... my husband thinks these writings are too racy to be public. It is almost like the man does not even know me. I talk like this all the time, but put it down on paper (or cyberspace) and he gets all prudish. I am not sharing any intimate details, despite the blog title. I was sleep deprived when I chose it.
But, the skin tags ..... In case you are fortunate enough to be unfamiliar with these; they are unsightly little flaps of skin that hang from various places on your body. I have a friend who will actually shave hers off with a very sharp razor. I have been unable to bring myself to do this, having had a traumatic leg shaving event in my youth. I have found that tying a length of dental floss around the base of the tag itself will cut off blood supply and it will eventually fall off. It will fall off quicker if you put wart remover on it. If the skin tag is in your armpit area, good luck trying to tie anything around it yourself. You will, at that point have to ignore your vanity and ask your husband to assist you. Mine will tie things, but will not cut or shave them for me. Wuss.
Sometimes, if you are really lucky, the tag will fall off ....... no, really, that is wrong......... you will accidentally rip it off when removing your under garments. It may smart a little, but the relief that it is gone will overcome this.
But, when I started writing this today, I was annoyed with the hair on my head. I have always been prone to oily, fine, limp hair. The one thing I was looking forward to when my hair started to gray was that my scalp would start to dry out. But, no, my hair still has to be washed on a daily basis to have any body whatsoever. Did the texture change? No, still fine and limp. Is this fair? No, the one side effect of aging that I wanted to happen .......... didn't!
I suppose that this blog is more about aging than sex. At sixty, though, it is all a whole lot of talk, anyway.
Speaking of public ...... my husband thinks these writings are too racy to be public. It is almost like the man does not even know me. I talk like this all the time, but put it down on paper (or cyberspace) and he gets all prudish. I am not sharing any intimate details, despite the blog title. I was sleep deprived when I chose it.
But, the skin tags ..... In case you are fortunate enough to be unfamiliar with these; they are unsightly little flaps of skin that hang from various places on your body. I have a friend who will actually shave hers off with a very sharp razor. I have been unable to bring myself to do this, having had a traumatic leg shaving event in my youth. I have found that tying a length of dental floss around the base of the tag itself will cut off blood supply and it will eventually fall off. It will fall off quicker if you put wart remover on it. If the skin tag is in your armpit area, good luck trying to tie anything around it yourself. You will, at that point have to ignore your vanity and ask your husband to assist you. Mine will tie things, but will not cut or shave them for me. Wuss.
Sometimes, if you are really lucky, the tag will fall off ....... no, really, that is wrong......... you will accidentally rip it off when removing your under garments. It may smart a little, but the relief that it is gone will overcome this.
But, when I started writing this today, I was annoyed with the hair on my head. I have always been prone to oily, fine, limp hair. The one thing I was looking forward to when my hair started to gray was that my scalp would start to dry out. But, no, my hair still has to be washed on a daily basis to have any body whatsoever. Did the texture change? No, still fine and limp. Is this fair? No, the one side effect of aging that I wanted to happen .......... didn't!
I suppose that this blog is more about aging than sex. At sixty, though, it is all a whole lot of talk, anyway.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Skin Tags
As I approach the age of sixty, it occurs to me that I miss some things. Some things I am happy to have behind me. I am happy to have gone through menopause. I am happy to be free of the intense responsibility of child rearing. I am happy to choose whether or not to decorate for the holidays. I am happy to have the choice to sit here in front of my computer and write at midnight.
What do I miss? I miss hot steamy sex. It may sound like a wonderful idea to have sex with my husband. I like the prelude to the act. The suggestion and the flirting and the kissing and the hugging. Foreplay, if you will. But I suppose I miss the raging hormones that drive you insane with the absolute need for satisfaction.
Do not misunderstand, I would never want to be a teen again. But a good dose of teen hormones every now and again would be quite refreshing. I don't know if my joints could do justice to some of the positions I tried out in my younger years ......... You see the ads for erectile dysfunction, but I have never seen a set of tubs on the shore of a lake. Are they suggesting that the couple copulate in one of the tubs. With or without water?
Either scenario has problems. Without the water to displace the weight on that hard porcelain surface, somebody will sustain injuries. Really. I am not as small or flexible as I used to be. All that thrashing about could result in a broken hip. While water would add cushion and buoyancy, there would be a whole new set of problems to overcome. You would need a lubricant that was not water soluble, for sure.
What happened to my skin? Age spots and wrinkles seem to have taken over. My leg skin looks like crepe paper and suddenly I have pubic hair behind my knees. Must be where all my pubic hair in the pubic region has disappeared to. Moles and bumpy little skin tags plague my torso and neck.
What do I miss? I miss hot steamy sex. It may sound like a wonderful idea to have sex with my husband. I like the prelude to the act. The suggestion and the flirting and the kissing and the hugging. Foreplay, if you will. But I suppose I miss the raging hormones that drive you insane with the absolute need for satisfaction.
Do not misunderstand, I would never want to be a teen again. But a good dose of teen hormones every now and again would be quite refreshing. I don't know if my joints could do justice to some of the positions I tried out in my younger years ......... You see the ads for erectile dysfunction, but I have never seen a set of tubs on the shore of a lake. Are they suggesting that the couple copulate in one of the tubs. With or without water?
Either scenario has problems. Without the water to displace the weight on that hard porcelain surface, somebody will sustain injuries. Really. I am not as small or flexible as I used to be. All that thrashing about could result in a broken hip. While water would add cushion and buoyancy, there would be a whole new set of problems to overcome. You would need a lubricant that was not water soluble, for sure.
What happened to my skin? Age spots and wrinkles seem to have taken over. My leg skin looks like crepe paper and suddenly I have pubic hair behind my knees. Must be where all my pubic hair in the pubic region has disappeared to. Moles and bumpy little skin tags plague my torso and neck.
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