The joy of sex at middle life and later life is this: At last, we can be ourselves in bed. What a concept… Sexy sex: it’s not just for former cheerleaders and retired football captains, anymore! Let’s exhale. It’s a wrap on proving and performance, finally – or at least it can be if we redefine and accept the wrinkles and the rolls. Easy? Nope. The youth culture is ubiquitous. Perhaps this will inspire you. I found the following words from a poster at UnderDog, an amazing tiny little hot dog joint in San Francisco. Men, go ahead and be vulnerable: you don’t have to orgasm every time. Women, go ahead and be “on top”. It’s our time.
For every girl who is tired of acting weak when she is strong, there is a boy tired of appearing strong when he feels vulnerable. For every boy who is burdened with the constant expectation of knowing everything, there is a girl tired of people not trusting her intelligence. For every girl who is tired of being called over-sensitive, there is a boy who fears to be gentle, to weep. For every boy for whom competition is the only way to prove his masculinity, there is a girl who is called unfeminine when she competes. For every girl who throws out the E-Z-Bake, there is a boy who wishes to find one. For every boy struggling not to let advertising dictate his desires, there is a girl facing the ad industry’s attacks on her self-esteem. For every girl who takes a step toward her liberation, there is a boy who finds the way to freedom a little easier.
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