I have tried to ignore it, but the nonsense I suffered through last year is back. Welcome to Hot Matron Summer, part two.
The MRI showed no lesion wrapped around my lizard brain, so I suppose it truly is the heat setting off my MS spasm symptoms. It's not as bad as last year, thankfully. I can think and function to some degree.
It doesn't help that I've found this remarkable column on Slate.com called How to Do It, in which people write in for sex advice. The advice-seekers often begin with a label. For example, I would start with "I am a cis straight female," and the columnists would throw my letter in the trash, because I am boring. Well that's not true. No one writes letters anymore. I'm sure it's all email.
The variety of the labels is only matched by the consistency of the advice, which is often "open up the relationship." As long as you are honest about it (they are adamant about that part), this is the path to take. They are so consistent that people often cut them off from the jump with "opening up the relationship is not an option." The advice is often very funny, especially when the advice is presented in dialog form.
I suppose I could write in to the advice column and ask what I should do about my seasonal affliction. "I am a 62 year old cis straight married lady with a medical condition. Is this going to hit me every summer until I die? (Opening up the relationship is mot an option.)" Then they could reply with "Dear Zombie Sex Queen, Resign yourself to your fate."
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