Honestly. Sexagenarian and the City is incredible. A recent post,

If he doesn’t love me that absolutely, or (okay, let’s be honest here) doesn’t show signs of being about to become the kind of person who wants to be the first in the emergency room with me when I’m full of tubes and needles, when my life or death is visible in little green zig-zaggy lines and audible in beeps, when my face can barely be seen under the sheets and the masks, when the nurse checks every few minutes to write things down on the clipboard – then I don’t know if I can find within myself the emotional energy to do the things to his penis that give him such exquisite pleasure.

Although I may be a bit more torn about the reasons why I enjoy sex (I quite like being in a position of power that allows me to pleasure a lovely penis), I agree that this feeling she’s describing is a familiar one to me. Why can’t we, as empowered, sexual women, have it all?