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Why Would I Ever Want To Be 22 Again?
Apr. 13th, 2006 12:39 pmSpeaking as a member of the "Women Over 35" Club, I think that by the time she reaches my age, a wise woman is nobody's fool and I think that attitude exudes a sexiness that all the botoxed foreheads and perky, implanted boobs in the world cannot buy.
I've never had major body hang-up but I think if I acquired the scar I got from my cancer surgery at 20 or 30 instead of 40, I would have had a much harder time integrating it into who I am.
At this age, I know that there's always another bus around the corner, always another fish in the sea. I don't need you to be a part of my life, I want you to be part of my life; I choose you.
I'm less self conscience about expressing my appreciation; sexually and otherwise. You can never say thank you too much or too loud. I know that too many kind gestures go overlooked. Thank you and seeing the light in your eyes when I do it is a small pleasure I never get tired of. (I also know that men love the sound of you crying out their name when you are in the throes of an orgasm.)
I know how supremely fucked up and unfair life can be so I'm more appreciative of every full moon, every imperfect blade of grass.
There is a difference between sexy and sensual. I peg it as the difference between stimulating the sex organs and stimulating the whole person, mind, body, (and if you're really lucky) soul.
A 21 year old gyrating her nude body against a pole? Sexual. Taking a shower together while I gyrate against you? Sensual (Well okay, it's sexual too but stay with me)
You can have sex without sensuality but then it is just tawdry. I'm not sure if you can have sensuality without some element of sexuality attached to it, whether you act on it or not.
I've never had major body hang-up but I think if I acquired the scar I got from my cancer surgery at 20 or 30 instead of 40, I would have had a much harder time integrating it into who I am.
At this age, I know that there's always another bus around the corner, always another fish in the sea. I don't need you to be a part of my life, I want you to be part of my life; I choose you.
I'm less self conscience about expressing my appreciation; sexually and otherwise. You can never say thank you too much or too loud. I know that too many kind gestures go overlooked. Thank you and seeing the light in your eyes when I do it is a small pleasure I never get tired of. (I also know that men love the sound of you crying out their name when you are in the throes of an orgasm.)
I know how supremely fucked up and unfair life can be so I'm more appreciative of every full moon, every imperfect blade of grass.
There is a difference between sexy and sensual. I peg it as the difference between stimulating the sex organs and stimulating the whole person, mind, body, (and if you're really lucky) soul.
A 21 year old gyrating her nude body against a pole? Sexual. Taking a shower together while I gyrate against you? Sensual (Well okay, it's sexual too but stay with me)
You can have sex without sensuality but then it is just tawdry. I'm not sure if you can have sensuality without some element of sexuality attached to it, whether you act on it or not.
