I’m a 51-year-old divorcee living in Los Angeles, where the streets are lined with sparkly young women. When my marriage ended after twenty years of unfulfilling, vanilla sex, I figured my chances for a sexual awakening were slim. I believed what I’d always heard about straight, post-40 females: that we’re perceived as asexual beings who have reached our expiration date, and are forever after invisible to men.
It wasn’t long before I discovered that wasn’t the case. Not by a long shot. Mainstream, youthful good looks have a short shelf life, but sexual confidence is ageless. I’m more comfortable with my body now than I was at twenty, and I’ve embraced my sexual persona. I feel sexy with, or without, a man. And, after a year of erotic exploration, I can tell you this: a woman who owns her sexuality, regardless of her age, is a force to be reckoned with.
Thank God for the Internet, where glimmers of post-modern feminist erotica that focuses on a woman’s pleasure are beginning to seep into the zeitgeist. While I’m glad that our culture is becoming more body-positive, however, I think we have a long way to go in terms of being age-positive.
How many mature women really want to watch film after film featuring lead actresses whose ages fall to the left of 35? Or read solely about 22-year-old virgins who instantly become multi-orgasmic nymphomaniacs after their first ravaging? I want to see women I relate to. I want to see my real-life erotic experience reflected in the media, and in our culture.
I created this blog to ignite a conversation about the sexual power of boomer women. I hope you join me.