Warning: if you’re offended by thoughts of senior sex, read no more. Once in your head, you can’t unthink it.
I don’t know if it’s the hours I lie awake in bed, my body still on Japanese Standard Time, or my genes misfiring in a last ditch effort to replicate, but my skin is tingling like days of yore when I had estrogen flowing through my body. It’s saying, “Sex seems like a good idea right about now.”
After my hysterectomy and oophorectomy in 2005, my hormonal level immediately went from 60 to 0. Those monthly cycles between intense desire and blah meh disappeared overnight. Thank god for muscle memory, but even that faded over time. Now old joints ache, unused muscles protest, and lubrications are zilch, yet my skin tingles and calls out. Interesting.
No comments:
Post a Comment