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I was 55-years-old, and yet my Christian upbringing still had a stranglehold on my sexuality.
Recent conversations with Millennials and 30-somethings have made me feel even better about my age and lucky to have spent my Millennial dating years pre-internet, well before the current awfulness of online 'hooking-up'.
With this being said thanks 1st to the almighty and all of You whom gave Me props and shout outs, but it's a must to leave You for a different venture!
I'm so grateful to God it hasn't happened in the time I hope to hear from one on My level.
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'Do you think God is punishing me for having sex with a man 20 years younger than me?
' This was the question I asked a close friend when I was about to file for bankruptcy back in 2011.
We are not our ancestors , if you think it's a joke try taking us backwards you will get f***** up thinking like that Not saying violence is ever the answer but I'm sure some will think it's the solution to feeling better Ijs Don't test the water if your ass can't back up your mouth ,school of Hard Knocks Is real Question Ladies: Why do women wear them stretch pants and always pulling them up inside their vaginas until the lips hang over, looking like somebody put a gag in her mouth!
One fascinating aspect of my work as a couples/ family therapist is that it gives me an intimate view into the current cultural dynamics of couples.
For the last twenty or so years, over half the couples I see contain the "nice guy" with his frustrated wife.
My husband and I have been together for over 20 years. We met in high school and watched each other graduate high school, college, and graduate school, find (and change) careers, and become parents.
We watched each other become adults and now we are watching each other age. I meet my friend Geraldine at a hip, local eatery in the heart of Abbot Kinney in Venice Beach.
Yom Kippur, the Jewish holiday of repentance, had barely been over for 14 hours and I was already fighting with my husband. Over our poached kale and egg salads with a side of chickpeas I notice my firecracker friend is uncharacteristically glum.Has my Teflon-coated mind not retained a single shred of serenity? When Peter died, the only thing that kept me sane was writing about grief. I recognized that by spewing out my emotions with honesty, I was helping others which meant it was work that made me satisfied.