(Part 2 of the “Give Sex This Christmas” series)
PREVIOUSLY, I wrote about a 50-year old girl friend’s sex dilemma with an 18-year-old boy.
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Now, if we equate sex with happiness, and I think that we should (but not completely), why would we allow strangers (that’s the public, the “people”, for you) decide for our happiness?
Where was the public when you were hungry, and cold?
Where was the public when you were alone, and sad, and feeling defeated?
Where was the public when you were feeling terribly horny?
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I hate it that we give so much power to other people’s opinion to conduct our lives, and to enjoy the fullness of life that includes amazing sex.
What is so wrong with anal sex?
With threesomes?
With protected, thoughtful premarital sex?
What is so wrong with masturbation?
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My 50-year old girl friend is an amazing grandmother.
A devoted daughter.
A dedicated mom.
She pays her taxes.
Gives tithes to the church.
Gives to the poor.
Was a dutiful wife until the divorce.
I would even say she is a faithful ex because she has not f*cked in years!
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She’s a great woman.
But greatly unhappy.
Sad.
Angry, even.
When she lashes out to her daughter, and parents, and friends, she calls everybody ungrateful.
She thinks she’s entitled to that because of her sacrifices.
But who asked for this sacrifice of not getting laid?
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My friend is unhappy at 50.
And I am angry about that.
Because I see clearly that she only needs good sex.
That boy she blew?
He made her happy.
Giggly like a school girl.
For that moment of sexual abandon, she didn’t feel old, she didn’t feel like 50!
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I talked to the boy.
He likes my friend.
He’s not repulsed by her.
He sees himself having a relationship with her.
So what, that he wants to join her in the US?
So what, if malicious people think that he is only using her as a passport to the US?
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I told my friend, If that is the case, use him as a sex slave.
If he plans to use you, fine.
But be smart, and use him, too.
Squeeze, and drain all the juices out of him.
Be a succubus.
A tit for tat.
But enjoy every moment of sex that you get when you can.
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Do not be so naive to think of forever.
You got married, you got divorced, you got f*cked.
Learn.
There are no forevers.
All we got are moments.
All we got is now.
Unless we create happy memories.
Then, we get that, too.
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Be happy.
Life is short.
You are already f*cking fifty.
When do you plan to have satisfying sex?
At age 103?
Now, that’s pretty obscene!
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I want my friend to be f*cked good at her age.
Hell, I want everybody to be f*cked good at any age.
If good sex can make people smile after the deed, just go ahead and do it.
I will not judge you.
And maybe, my approval is the only thing that you need.
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Because, Hello? If her daughter disapproves, whose interest is the daughter truly protecting?
If her parents disapprove, who is being selfish?
If her neighbors disapprove, what’s their just cause?
If the church and the laws of the land disapprove, what have they really done to make my friend happy?
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I approve of my 50-year old friend having sex with a teenager.
Because I want her to be happy.
If that’s a crime, punish me.
If that’s a sin, condemn me to hell.
I really don’t care.
Because I figured, if you goodie-goodies are in heaven, you really wouldn’t know how I’d be enjoying my punishment in hell anyway.
So ef you!
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Another friend, a 30-something girl friend, talked to me a few months back.
I want a divorce from my husband, she said.
You are my best friend, will you support me?
I told her, If it is the easy way out, no, I won’t.
I love her husband.
I love their kids.
I love their family.
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I thought they were happy?
They’re a pretty couple.
Even prettier as a family.
The family Christmas photos are always beautiful.
I sometimes even feel envious.
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Is there a third party?
No, not really.
(Except for that soulmate that I will talk about later.)
The husband adores my girl friend.
He is a devoted father to the three kids.
I asked, When was their last sex?
She said, Just the other day.
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I thought I got this wrong.
But I probed her.
How was it—the sex?
And she began to cry.
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(To be continued as “A Christmas Gift of Sex”) (500tinaga@gmail.com/PN)
