COMING OF AGE

There are those who see coming of age as the age of reason, and others as the age of consent. For them coming of age doesn’t have the same meaning as if does for me. I am a late bloomer. I am just now coming of age. That my outside no longer matched my inside is fine with me. / always liked the humor of opposites.

This year in January, I cut off my long red hair. I have been grinning ever since. This year I got my senior citizen bus pass and the drivers have to lower the bus for me if I have difficulty climbing the steps. I always had difficulty! Those steps are too high! But this year I am allowed to be short and a lady. I’ve come of age.

This year I get the front seat if I want, and younger people have to move to make room for me. While I do like to sit in the front, I have not found it necessary ever to rob someone else of their choice of a front seat.  I’m just older, not crippled.

This year I am treated with more respect than in the past. You know the old saying, “The red head walked in and sobriety walked out”, well, I am here to tell you, people do act strangely around a red head. They all seem to melt a bit for a woman with white hair. Same woman. It keeps me laughing. If I had known all I had to do to get respect was to shave my head, I would have done so years ago

Ah, sense. There isn’t a lot of it around, but, for some reason there is still some respect to be gained for simply living long enough to have white hair.

I’ll take it.

 

PURRFECT SENSUALITY

Spring! The birds and the bees may use this as mating season, but if all humans did there wouldn’t be babies born from March to September.  We want to cuddle just as much in the winter months when it’s cold.

Spring helps with all tribal rituals, since it’s warmer and we tend to gather together easily in warm weather, but we humans are a fickle lot and tend to go with a mood.  I am more romantic in the fall and winter months. I don’t know why.  Perhaps it’s because I am a cerebral personality and school  season begins in the fall in my country.

The process of selection among humans fascinates me. According to Madison Ave all men must have a full head of hair and women should be very thin. I’ve always liked men who were balding or  completely bald, and now that I am considered a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman, for those unfamiliar with initials) men openly admire me more than ever.  According to the society I live in, I am now a senior citizen, but there  are now men in that same society who are attracted to older women.

So here I am, long past  the age of rearing children, no longer a bikini beauty,  and I am in  demand. Sense? None that I can see…but certainly a large amount of sensuality.  I am as relaxed with my body and sexual identity as a large cat luxuriating on a large rock in the  sun.

I am Cougar…the mountain lion…female leader heading out alone, not caring whether anyone follows or not. I have earned my own  respect.  I enjoy my own  energy. I will play like a kitten, though, when I feel the mood.

I feel it usually in the fall.  Spring is my time  to begin to stretch and look forward to the lazy sleepy days  of summer.

NOTHING BUT THE FACTS (OF LIFE)

When a man loves a woman, he opens his wallet.  When a woman loves a man, she stretches every dollar in it.

A man loves a woman with his eyes.  A woman loves a man with her ears.

A man who wants a woman will learn how to love her. A woman who loves a man will learn to want him.

Couples don’t fight about sex, money, politics and religion. What they fight about is not feeling loved by one another.

A LITTLE SENSE

Throughout most of my life, I have been childlike most often. I can be as sophisticated as anyone else if there is some reason to be, but as I age, I see less and less reason. I used to feel as if there was some big secret others knew that they weren’t telling me. I laugh about that now, but I really did think that for many years. So many people acted superior to me that I genuinely thought there must be something wrong with me that I hadn’t discovered. I began digging within over thirty years ago, only to wind up enjoying the journey of self discovery so much, I ceased caring what others thought of me! Now I laugh more than anyone I know, for as I found out things about myself, I was finding out things about humanity in general.  There are times now that people call me wise.  Oh! My! I can’t cross the street without someone reminding me to look both ways. If I am wise, the world is in more trouble than I had thought! I’m content to be a little less foolish than in my past, and to make new mistakes instead of the same ones over and over again as I used to do.

I sorted out a long time ago that the world was going way too fast for me. I slowed down and refused to keep the pace of those around me. I collided with people from time to time, and finally had to let go of considering long term relating with any man.  People were, quite simply, in too much of a hurry for everything, and not taking time to think of consequences. That shows now in the world economy. I watched this country begin to sell itself back in the 80′s. As others were switching to living on credit, I paid off all that I owed and switched to cash. I’ve walked away from all I owned more than once since that time, and was free to do so because I didn’t owe anyone anything.  When a life situation looked impossible, I admitted it was, and walked away.  That worked just fine. I am happier than anyone I know. I don’t weigh things in terms of success and failure any longer. I enjoy each day for what it is. Sometimes I have “OH! Wow!” experiences and sometimes I have “Oops!” experiences. When something doesn’t offer the desired result, I say to myself, “Well, that certainly didn’t work! ” and I let go of it.  I use the word miracle often, because my life is miraculous. I should not have survived my past. I should not be able to do all the things I do. I laugh at the word should.

I have a clear conscience. I don’t have to remember whatever lie I told someone, because I speak honestly. That simplifies my life. I sleep well at night. I don’t spend a lot of time worrying because I don’t plot against anyone. That being the case, I have learned that anyone who tries to do me in, winds up caught in his/her own trap. The truth truly does win out, and I like being a winner, so I stick with it. When I am falsely accused I realize the one making the accusation is telling me who he/she is. I listen well. I do not like finding out negative things about others, but am grateful for the warnings given.

Big Beautiful Blue-eyed Babe

I’ve been playing.  I’ve discovered I know the difference between sexy and slutty and a lot of the world has forgotten.  I joined an adult site for a couple of weeks, and without ever intending to, I gave lessons.  I then quit the site.

In two weeks the photo I am using on this post received over 2,000 hits and averaged 165 views per day. I am due to be 62.  I weigh 200 pounds. My email inbox on the site was so full so often I had to delete messages without reading them.

I kept a blog at the site.  People asked if I was a professional writer. One man wrote to tell me that I didn’t write about sex as the other women did. I  told him I DID write about sex, I simply spoke of the who and the why of it, rather than the how of it.

People! Sex isn’t what we do; it’s who we are!!  If we don’t like, love and respect ourselves, we aren’t going to have anything of value to share with another person, or we are going to share something of value without knowing its worth.

My experience was far more positive than negative.  Once I got past the forest of penises and the swamp of vaginas on display, I found some real people who were loving and considerate, and who still had their mentality and humor intact. We laughed at ourselves together.

I decided I was 90% Mary Poppins and 10% Wonder Slut.  While it was nice to let that 10% out to laugh and play, there was no way to allow her to make the decisions in my life.  She had two weeks in the sunshine.  Now she is allowed to have attention 10% of the time and I won’t pretend she isn’t a healthy part of me.

WS, I have found, is the source of my sense of humor. She’s the instigator of my creativity. She’s the silly twinkle in my eyes. While I won’t let her rule my life, there’s no way I am ever going to wish her dead again.

Mary Poppins is a marvelous person; there’s no doubt about it, but it’s Wonder Slut who helps to bring her down to earth where she can accomplish something while she’s here. As Mary offers you the spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down, WS will fluff your pillow and give you a wink and a reason to want to get well soon.

Have a great day, Folks, and get out there and flirt more often! It’s a most positive energy flow that causes us all to thrive!