Fifty years should be celebrated. I have outlasted Nixon, the Edsel, the Cold War, and insanity. Okay maybe not so much the insanity. I now will call it, second childhood.

Sitting today with a couple of women, the topic of sex came up...theirs not mine.  They discussed how much they were getting and how great it was.  They are in their 40''s and I am happy for them.  Most of my friends discuss sex lives and doing well with it.  I cannot say the same.  Medications and disabilities and time have robbed my other half of needing sex.  Not that this is beyond his ability, he is limited in needs due to mostly the meds.  HIs doctor actually laughed when he showed concern a few years ago about the lack of drive aksing him what he expected with the meds he takes,  and he never broached the subject again.  My point is that this subject is something I cannot take part in, but find the freedom of others to do so is, well, a lot of things.

Now ten or fifteen years ago, even further back for other reasons, I could have participated completely.  But the limits on my experience at this point make my interest half hearted.  But I do take hope from the fact that the older we get does not mean the less interested we become.  Okay I have become less interested, but that is protection from circumstances.  What is most interesting is the fact that women over 40 and 50 seem to talk about it as freely as the men we used to make fun of in cartoons and locker rooms.  They discuss positions, attempts, ploys for getting into it, signals, and rate the experiences.  They can discuss places, objects, and literal needs openly.  My mother would just die.  I have reached the age where she would rather have cut off her arm than admit to having sex, let alone discussing it openly.  Does this mean we all should?  Hell yes.  How will we know what is good, bad or indifferent if we don't?  One woman, when asked if her male companion was a good kisser answered, "depends on what and where he is kissing."  Southern propriaty says that is just tacky and wrong...the teen who grew up in the late 60's and 70's says, you go girl. 

If we have learned to discuss such things aloud we may actually be able to discuss other uncomfortable subjects aloud such as death, dying, illnesses, mutilation, genocide, politics and religion.  Of course none of them would be nearly as much fun or interesting as knowing how good X is at Y or the G spot.

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