…..of phone sex….many, many years ago phone sex was a very nice way of being naughty without getting myself in trouble. Supposedly, I’m too old to be thinking such thoughts, as if I’m damaging my reputation as a respectable, highly educated member of society.
Even a nice, respectable woman needs an outlet other than porn, and romance movies don’t cut it for me.
……how is it that a pandemic could serve to remind me how much I really do miss the old me from back in the day who enjoyed experimenting with kink–even if it was from a distance?
Lot of anger directed towards him for saying this, but 1) I believe him because 2) he’s finally telling us the truth and 3) we don’t pay attention to how stress and anxiety affects our physical health and our intimate relationships. I did the opposite–I shut down my emotional life and intimate relationships and ignored the pain–and I ended up having a grand mal seizure. He’s in a dead marriage that probably died when he and Hillary embarked on their dual political ambitions. Yes, I’m saying the majority of their marriage has been a political show. Wedding rings in such a space are props at best. He needed a therapist, not a college aged intern aka mistress. He’s clearly attempting to making amends, which suggests to me he’s in therapy and is at a stage when he can be truly honest–at least about that. I predict a divorce or legal separation is coming.