The whole run-up to Mother’s Day had been depressing. Things were great at first, but they started to fall apart almost as soon as our kids arrived.
It made me feel old, like I was losing my sexiness. Derek is only 48, but he might as well be in his 70s — he’s always tired and unmotivated.
Opening the Mother’s Day card last year from my husband, Derek*, my heart sank.
I feel like I have permission to really pay attention to her body in a way that few settings in our culture offer us: the joy of getting to know, intimately, the shapes and smells and movements of another bodily person. And I felt more and more present in my own body, and more and more comfortable with my own sexuality and sexual desire. I’m not happy with the width of my hips or the jiggle in my thighs.'We have sex, we chat, we go back to our families,' Sheila tells me over a cappuccino.'I'm not looking for a soul mate, I'm looking for physical release. The girls were small and sex with him had long been just another chore, like loading the dishwasher.Alexa: I’m currently living with my monogamous boyfriend of two years.As a larger woman (size 18–20, 230 pounds), I occasionally engaged in relationships in my teen years that I didn’t particularly want to be in because I felt lucky that somebody would be interested in me in spite of my body.Dear Prudence, My mother was violent, scary, and abusive.