I had to break in a new Gynocologist recently because my favorite one retired. I haven't seen one since 2019, but since I got interested in bdsm again last August, the possibility of the physical connection at some point, necessitated (spell?) that I make sure all was still functional.
So, she entered the exam room, sat down, then asked what she could do for me. I explained that I was starting to date again at just shy of 72 and wanted to be sure that nothing was wrong that would impede having sex.
She asked why I wanted to have sex, but the tone of her voice seemed to say "Good grief, why are you even contemplating sex at your age." I said because I want companionship and everything that goes along with it. That answer seemed to kind of mullify her for the moment.
Then she asked "Do you even have a libido?" By this time I want to scream "Lady are you here to help or make me feel like a societal cast off?" But I kept my thoughts to myself and answered, yes but not as strong as I used to.
I can still climb the pleasure mountain, but when I get to the top, instead if gleefully sliding down the trail of bliss, I seem to quietly fizzle out at the top. However I get enough pleasure from the climb, that I just accept the fizzle as the new orgasmic experience. LOL!
I told her that I was having trouble getting a dildo in me. She said, doesn't it hurt? I said yes. So she explained that after menopause the vagina shrinks due to lack of blood flow and also because of lack of sex. I have never had much sex anyway in my life so I was naturally a prime candidate for pain.
I'm also a victim of scoliosis and my research revealed that many women with scoliosis experience discomfort during sex. Yeah me. Now I'm starting to question God and why He's done me dirty all my life. Anyway, I digress.
By the end of the appointment, I was just looking forward to getting out of there and back to my little fantasy world. She mentioned that I should use an oil based lube like olive oil or vegetable oil, instead of water based. So Lover's Lane, I guess you've been replaced by the grocery store supply chain.
In retrospect, I'm glad I don't have to see her for another year. She never cracked a smile and I've had to do some self talk to repair my ego as a legitimate woman since. But I will survive because that's what we women do.
The End.
