Bitch Rant Rave

Women over 50 like to have sex.

Yes.  I typed it.  I have put "it" out there.  If you are a mother of a daughter who is over 50, a daughter of a mother over 50 or a spouse/partner/friend of a woman over 50 and you don't like thinking about that 50 something woman in your life liking sex, read no further.

But if you are okay with it, read on.

I am over 50.  This year has marked quite a few "firsts" for me.  Some I don't mind talking about and some, quite frankly, are only my business.  But having said that, I will share that I experienced my first ever pedicure this past week.  I sat next to one of my dearest friends on the planet.  We talked, laughed and enjoyed each other while two very sweet 20 somethings painted our toes.  Our conversations varied.  We talked about our kids, our partners and spouses.  We talked about life, love and things that make us happy.  We shared these conversations with the lovely 20 somethings. 

But when we started talking about sex (yes, women over 50 like to talk about sex, too) the 20 somethings ears perked up.  They gazed at us in wonderment.  Their eyes glossed over as they asked us questions about relationships that we have with men.  My friend is happily married.  I am no longer.  My pedicurist told me that her mother, also over 50, has a boyfriend that she doesn't like.  We talked a little about that.  She relayed that the boyfriend was nice to her Mom, that he treated her well but that she just didn't understand why her Mom needed a boyfriend.

I was amazed that she was amazed.

I told her that I like being with my partner; that I like sleeping next to someone I care about and love.  But then I dropped the bombshell - I boldly stated that I like to have sex and that maybe her Mom does too.

I watched the color run from her cheeks.  

She thought about what I said and then replied "You know, you may be right. Maybe my Mom likes to have sex."

And maybe that is the whole reason she didn't like her Mom's boyfriend.  Somewhere deep in the back of her mind she had her Mom up on a virginal pedestal. 

I am going to enjoy my 50's.

 

 

Random shit that has me thinking about life.

Uber rich people are mostly assholes.

Corporations are life sucking, blood draining, soul crushing structures that we all, for some reason, want to be associated with.

Married people do not have a clue what it's like to raise kids and care for parents on their own. Then again, maybe they do and that's why they stay married.

Marriage should be for everyone who wishes to engage in the institution.

Good people should be allowed to adopt children regardless of sexual orientation.

Votes are not in my vagina or uterus.

War is waged by those who sacrifice nothing. They send the most vulnerable to the slaughter to be sacrificed for the almighty dollar.

I am a Socialist.

I'm confused about my sexuality even at my age. I love that I have a lifetime of
opportunity to figure it out. Hopefully it won't take that long.

I'm a hippie wannabe.

I think marijuana should be legal. Package it, tax it, ensure it's safety, take out the illegal profit margin.

We are stewards of earth. Lousy stewards, but stewards nonetheless. I'll try harder, get my hands dirtier, tread a little lighter and try to be a better steward. I promise to even love snakes and spiders since even they have a place in it all.

I still don't understand Twitter.

Abortion is a choice not taken with nonchalant attitudes. Walk a mile in her shoes before you criticize her lawful choice.

Health care should be affordable and equitable for all the citizens of the world.

I am a Christian. I recognize my flaws and inability to attain perfection. Therefore, I ask for forgiveness daily. I strive to be Christ-like in my attitudes towards others less fortunate than me.

Education is a right.

Not everyone wants to go to college. That's okay. Create jobs that are good paying and with benefits for them.

Newscasters are full of total bullshit. Don't believe any of the blowhards.

Being a parent is the hardest job of all. It comes with a lifetime of responsibility.

My dogs are my children with four legs and adorable outlooks on life. They always love me, no matter what.

My human child makes me crazy at times.

Sometimes I think I'm going to lose my marbles, again.

I am an artist with little time to create. Therefore, see the previous sentence.

I hate racism and racists. They are scum.

I wish I could take my dogs to work with me.

I want to live on the beach.

I'm lonely.

I'm Jane. Thanks for reading.