Three Day Weekend

It’s always nice to sneak in an unexpected long weekend. I feel like a kid when I get to play hooky from responsibility and pretend to be retired. We get the chance to go back to bed now and then and it’s often a bit confounding for me because I get so focused on ticking things off my list, I forget about what’s really important.

But today, he whispered “Could we inject and be ready to get to your appointment, too?” How could I not agree when someone thinks I am the best person walking the planet? And, yet, it takes some work to agree, because I feel worried every time. Will the compound work? Is he going to inject too little, too much? Am I going to be facing a lingering erection three hours from now? Will he want two hours of sex since he’s got a two-hour hard on and I only really need about 20 minutes? I feel obliged to play – and frustrated, too.

But I was wrong. It was great. He takes great care of me. I like sex. Why do I make it so complicated?

2 hours – we were “using it” about 70 minutes, and a lot of that was cuddling and snuggling and working up to a passionate kiss. Nice.

#1 – Walk the path of post-prostate surgery with me.

On the anniversary of our first “post-surgery” romp, I am finally doing it. Join me as I chronicle our journey out of cancer-induced sexual frustration. I’ve looked: there’s not much straight talk about what it’s like out there. Even the forums are a bit oblique, and there’s precious little for women by women. So, from

  • frustrating each other to get closer to each other, to
  • standing in the pharmacy waiting to get a syringe or two, to
  • an ER trip for “an erection lasting more than four hours,” to
  • looking for my libido in every nook and cranny of my psyche,

I’m here to offer a place for candor and understanding.

I saw these stones and thought they seemed like moments, each placed next to the other and cumulatively making something…. It’s a metaphor for a life. I’ll fill you in on me, and my story, as we go.