I am sorry to keep going on about this, but I feel obliged to share my experience now that I am living the plot of Freaky Friday. Only I'm not swapping bodies with my mom, but with the horniest 20 year old guy who ever horned. (You know, any time I thought of people with MS taking anti-spasmodic meds, I always thought their calves or arms were in spasm, not the tops of their reproductive systems down to the bottoms. This was absolutely not what I expected.)
This body-swap makes me want to go back in time and say to my teenage self, "Hey, remember when I came back that one time before to advise you that that arousing a teenage boy is not an remarkable accomplishment, and it doesn't mean he loves you? Well, I have more details. You aren't even part of the arousal process. You happen to be the woman in the room with him when he gets aroused because a change in barometric pressure triggers him -- on the off chance he isn't excited already. You've probably never been the catalyst that aroused any one, just the bystander."
(Well, unless you are French President Macron. Just as I typed the above nonsense he was on CNN at 2:30 p.m. Sunday afternoon. I noticed his hair has a touch of gold that complements his French blue eyes, and I made an involuntary guttural sound. If he winked at me I would collapse.)
And just as I typed that last, at 2:33, the drumbeat of desire stopped, and didn't start up again until ... 2:38. I did nothing with the five minute respite I had before the images began again, and then we were back to the chaos of body parts, and faces (hello, Emmanuel), and memories of being kissed. Such a contrast to a few months ago when I was a woman, when fantasies had plots and locales and perfectly selected costumes. Now there isn't even clever dialog, for god's sake.
One more word for my teenage self: if anyone calls you a tease, just leave. You have nothing to do with it.
It’s an eye-opener. Just as well they’re young, with the energy to, er, handle the urges. Not so great for a mature lady though.
(Thanks for the link!)
Posted by: Big Dot | June 26, 2023 at 06:12 PM
Big Dot - it appears to be fading. I almost felt like my old self for a few hours yesterday..
Posted by: theQueen | June 27, 2023 at 05:07 AM
I just learned today that Macron first met his (future) wife when she was FORTY and he was FIFTEEN!!! She taught him drama. Respect (kind of).
Posted by: Big Dot | June 29, 2023 at 08:36 PM
Oh, and I just came across a comment from you on my blog (can’t remember where now) where you referenced the Hotel Coolgardie doc — so I watched it tonight and am chilled through. Ghastly, horrible, shocking - but actually not surprising. I’ve been to similar Outback pubs, and they’re real. Bleak.
Posted by: Big Dot | June 30, 2023 at 06:10 AM
Big Dot - Jesus! And the drama with the parents keeping them apart!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmanuel_Macron#Personal_life
And I remember that doc ... that was so sad.
Posted by: theQueen | June 30, 2023 at 12:04 PM