SeasonedSexpert
is Hormonal (Joke)Why would a perfectly nice, some say, respectable, fortysomething woman start blogging about hormones, menopause, aging, and seasoned sex? Because I didn’t hit menopause, it hit me. Hard. If I can help another woman lessen that blow, I’m in.
Menopause took my sex life, my figure, my sanity, my job, and even my marriage. It took me a long time and a lot of science to find my way back to “me.” Menopause is one confusing topic. It has been vilified, glorified, “medicalized,” analyzed, and even made into a musical. But in the end, it’s mostly denied—what I call the pink elephant in a woman’s life. You know it’s there, but there’s no way you’re looking. I don’t know about you, but I was raised with the reigning expectation that aging, menopause, and even death were all optional. It was just a matter of time before we found cool new pills, injections, and surgeries to make it all go away.
Eventually, of course, I came to the blindingly obvious conclusion that menopause is one choice we do not get. Oh, sure, there are the exterior renovations—the boob jobs, the Botox, the facelifts, the tummy tucks. But you still feel blah inside, like an old bean bag that’s lost half its stuffing. You add new stuffing, and you think you look the same as you did in your twenties, but everyone can see you’re just fooling yourself.
Why go through all that pretending? It’s not menopause that makes you nuts, it’s trying to cover up the fact that you have gone into menopause that makes you crazy. When it finally registered on me that I could not fake it anymore, the answer appeared. In the form hormones, which led me to back to sanity, satisfaction, and sexiness. Want to know more? Check my blog at http:/seasonedsex.com.
