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Female Lust, 50+

Adrian Lamb | Blogger Extraordinaire

I‘m not exactly a super sexual person. I’m still interested but I just have very specific preferences when it comes to sex. I’m in my fifties now, so I no longer have the frisky energy of a younger woman. When I was young and hungry for sex, the world was my playground. I was out to conquer and be conquered. Age puts perspective on things.

It’s that very lack of desperation that’s freed me, sexually speaking. Having come to terms with the mature woman that I’ve become, I’m finally in touch with what I want. And what I want is younger men.

Fortunately, younger men seem to gravitate toward me. When I first noticed this phenomenon, I thought NO WAY! What could these young dudes see in me? Recently, a lovely man of about 23 approached me. He could hardly catch his breath while telling me how beautiful he thought I was. I laughed in his face. In my mind I looked more like an exhumed corpse than an object of lust on that bright (very bright) afternoon.

As he reached out to touch my bare arm and caressed it. Uh oh, this guy was serious. I must admit, it was an incredible turn on. He asked for my number and I gave it to him, still laughing. Did I really want to pursue this, or was this just a perfect moment unto itself? Either way, his attention thrilled me. Read more

It’s Egg-Freezing Time

Evan Chen | Contributor

Egg freezing. As they say these days, “It’s a thing now.”

If you’ve been awake over the last few days and you’ve managed to hear above the words, ebola and Isis, then you may have heard the news that Facebook and Apple are now willing to pay for the freezing of their female employees ovum. According to The Guardian, the new trend is apparently very exciting news for women younger than age 40. Read more

Is It Pinktober Yet?

Gabrielle Vaughn | Blogger du Jour

Well, we’ve hit October – time to do things in pink. Wait, what are we celebrating again?

Oh yeah. Breast cancer awareness month. Not a celebration, though you sure would think so with all the happy pink bubbles. You know what pink made me aware of? That pink exists but a cure does not. Pink let me know that money exists – but still, the cure eludes us.

It’s Pinktober again — and you know what that means? It means that we the people get to celebrate the sisterhood of the traveling cancer, with pretty pink parades and pinky-pink ribbons. Let’s march through the streets, hand in hand O My Sisters, ’cause fighting cancer is a pretty pink bonding experience. Yippy, skippy! Read more

Kill the Bitch (It’s a Tired Word)

Adrian Lamb | Blogger Extraordinaire

The other day, I overheard a 9-year old girl describe her own mood as “bitchy.” She had said that she believed she might be getting her period because she confessed that she’d been “acting like such a bitch these days.”

Hormones aside, I thought that was quite an inappropriate word for such a young girl to use, especially as a descriptive for her own self. I’m no prude, nor do I think the word, “Bitch” is all that horrid – I simply wondered how a child her age came to feel comfortable with a word that was generally used in the context of slang.

Of course, children have access to a wide vocabulary of inappropriate words — think how many they must overhear on TV alone. But rarely does a child actually know how to apply these words, unless specifically instructed. Where was she getting her information? And what made this young girl equate menstruation with the word, “bitchy?” Read more

Cold Turkey is For Everyone

Cold turkey is for everyone.

The other day my daughter’s 18-yr-old boyfriend asked me if I’d ever been a smoker, to which I answered, “Yes.” I explained that I had been a smoker from ages 18 through 21, and that I started only for one reason: because it sure did look cool. When he asked me how I quit, my first reaction was, “What kind of question is that? You just quit. You make a decision to stop and you stop.”

He then said, “Ah, cold turkey.”

“Yes,” I said. “Cold turkey. Is there any other way?”

And then he, as a young man, rattled off the many new ways one can quit cigarettes. Seems quitting has found itself in a place where good old self effort has been made to take a backseat. We are now ready, willing and able – to be enabled. The idea of just deciding to quit is no longer an option, even if we innately know how satisfying it might be to do so on our own. Now, taking responsibility for our positive actions is discouraged; now we are being trained to underestimate just how good we really can be at tackling solutions because enabling doesn’t work without self-doubt. Read more

Being a Parent to a Fur Baby

Being a parent to a fur baby is just as intense and filled with responsibility as it is being the parent to a human child.

Human beings really enjoy setting goals and standards. While some of these goals are attainable, others have developed into challenges that clearly exclude those who are unable to compete. Survival of the fittest has evolved into a true competition, where the winners are praised for their physical beauty, wealth, relationship status, and, of course — their success at bearing and raising children. Read more

The ‘Whatever Works for You’ Diet

I looked at the two 25-lb frozen turkeys sitting there in the refrigerator section of my local supermarket and thought, “How is it possible that I was ever 50 lbs overweight?”

My road to massive blubbery started shortly after I moved to the tropics, about 10 years ago. At first, I blamed it on the heat.

“It’s just too hot to walk around. I’ll stay indoors and do floor exercises.” It was amazing how fast “do floor exercises” became “sit at the computer all day long.”

Then there was the isolation of living in a new place.

“I’m lonely and have no friends here.” So, instead, I made friends with large loaves of Italian bread and enormous plates of cheese ravioli.

I blamed my slothful weight gain on my career. Read more

9.11 – Every Second of Life is Precious

Every second of life is precious.

2001 was quite a year for me. I was diagnosed with breast cancer and told that not only would a radical mastectomy be imperative to my survival, but also that I would have to begin a year’s worth of aggressive chemotherapy, followed by 35 rounds of radiation. I had the life-changing operation in July, and on September 6, I began the first of my many therapeutic and highly toxic infusions.

The chemo hit quick. It was an instantaneous slap in the face that would not stop slapping until it rendered me hopelessly immobile in both body and mind. My only thoughts: “Just one more year of this, that’s all. Just one more year. Hang on, Gabrielle, hang on.” Read more

Right from the moment of our birth, we are under the care and kindness of our parents…

Right from the moment of our birth, we are under the care and kindness of our parents.

Later, when we are sick and old, we are again dependent on the kindness of others.

Since we are so dependent on others at the beginning and end of our lives,

how could it be that we would neglect kindness towards others in the middle?

- Dalai Lama

The Sweet Speech Dare

Earlier today, I was taken aback at how the commentary on one particular article in a woman’s magazine ran from one end of the spectrum to the other – the subject was basically about the female body in advertising, and the mixed messages were so over the top that by the time I was finished with the page, I was thoroughly confused as to what anyone was trying to say. Naturally, the one to take the worst of it was the poor woman who posed for the feature.

On one hand, the article was trying to show how women’s bodies are all different and that we should embrace the difference – yet each and every difference was pointed out and ridiculed, no matter what body part was being talked about or shown. Read more