WANTING LESS SEX....is it wrong?
When I was a young Scorpio my life was dominated by my sexual needs. I even determined how in love I was by how much I wanted to crawl in the skin of my partner. Of course there was the never ending sexual anxiety, “Did Joe want sex with Lisa more then me?!” I bought sex kitten out fits to enhance my partner’s desire and prevent this from happening.. And of course the crazier insane my partner became by me, the more it proved my own personal self worth. I even bought a floor length wig to enhance my sexual appeal in the bedroom. {He on the other hand wore boxer shorts.}
Desire was my personal barometer of how intensely I loved. And let me tell you it was a real let down to find that the man behind good sex was a jerk in every other conceivable department of a relationship.
Waves of desire passed through me like hurricanes. Though I was loyal I was insatiable.
Though I was spiritual and intuitive, my gifts could be drowned out by the voice and waves of sexual need.
Once a month it became even worse. I was a slave to my own desire. There were hand books on performance everywhere. I read them. My worst nightmare was, along with being over the age of 40, to become the over 40 woman that no longer wanted a lot of sex. Feeling desire was my foundation. Yes I was intuitive. But it never gave me an orgasm.
And then it happened. I hit 50 and my sexual desire was not the one thing I thought of any more. My gift of intuition soared and went “Wheeeeeeeeeeeee! Thank you! You are FREE!” This was what I was afraid of? My God, I have never felt so completely balanced! My hair grew and quit splitting off. My sense of deep anxiety attacks left. And though I love a round of good sex as much as devouring chocolate, I can treat them the same. Every day is not necessary. I can prove my self worth in other ways.
Pills and herbs to keep me insatiable and horny like younger days? Hell no! I am free and singing “WE HAVE OVER COME!” Amen.