A friend of mine, in her late 70’s, said that to me the other day. My first inward reaction was shock. I mean… she’s old. She shouldn’t be thinking like that!
But the older I get, the more I realize what a crazy notion that is. Why do we think that age turns one into some sort of sexually sterile creature? Even if we become isolated and untouched, that does not negate the fact that, simply by dint of life experience, we have been around the block a time or two. We have memories. We have triumphs and regrets. We are still biological beings.
I strongly suspect that the things I will find most frustrating about aging won’t be the aches and pains, but will be the fact that I’ll most likely be taken less and less seriously, to the point of becoming nearly invisible to most people. That’s a shame, because I’d like to think that I’m rather fun to be around. The slower you walk, the more life seems to pass you by, if you let it.
But don’t forget that for every year someone lives, they’ve accumulated more history. Of course they’ll have stories to tell. And some of them might just be bawdy. I certainly hope so.
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The View from a Drawbridge 
The cloak of invisibility DOES happen, but it leaves you with a cool sense of privacy once you get accustomed to it. I went living and screaming, and had not a little stress over it, but now I bask in my invisibility and enjoy the ride. Me and my bawdy memories. And every so often, I make new ones!
You go, girl! 🙂
That was kicking and screaming.
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I only have sex with younger women… wait… I mean my wife is like 6 years younger than me… everybody calm down… HA!
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