Cloud 9

My friends (that are my age) tell me the mate and I aren't old. I remember being younger and thinking, at various times in my life, he's an older man (14), 22 was a grown up, 30 was very old and 50 was ancient. Forget 60+, aren't they dead yet?

So I know, that to most of the blogee's out there, I am old or ancient. Throw in a heart attack, a replaced hip and my bowling score last weekend of under 50 and I wonder if I'm dead yet. So much slips past me, I might not have noticed. It's possible!

Saturday I may have been, for a short time, in the ultimate heaven (7th). For those of you with alternate beliefs, my essence may have been escalated beyond the normally recognized boundaries of the current, chronological limits of space/time and existed, temporarily, on the ninth body of very fine water droplets or ice particles suspended in the atmosphere of an alternate reality.

How did this wonderful, relaxing, contented, fully aware of my essence being connected to the greater essences of the earth and the universe epiphany come about?

Dare I say? Must I have this complete fulfillment defiled as "gross, ugh or ick?"

To enlighten the younger generation is every elders duty. To be ignored, disbelieved and misunderstood is our fate. Still, we continue to try and save you from your ignorance. I must, as an educator of youth, bare it as a truth for you to contemplate.

I enticed my mate into giving me a kiss before he retired to kill various monsters and invaders on his computer. I kissed him so well his hair stood up, among other things. He kissed me so well that if I hadn't been sitting down I would have needed to sit down. With no other communication than this we met in the bedroom for hot, heavy, sweaty, wrestling, attacking, defending, overwhelming, submitting, whimpering, groaning, begging, screaming Love making.

We call it stroke sex. As in "One of us is going to have a stroke if we don't stop soon!" He got an ice cream (orgasm) headache and I could barely stagger for a cool cloth to soothe his fevered brow.

It was perfect. Completely fulfilling for both of us. Multiples for me and a new record in control for him. mmmmmm...! I get goose bumps just thinking about it.

I suppose now you are wondering what the point is here?

Sex is Great for old people! To have truly joyful, unrestrained sex you don't have to be young, beautiful, graceful, rich or smart. You have to be making love. Why didn't anyone ever tell me that? Maybe, if I knew the joys of joining were better than ever as you loved longer, I might have been able to restrain myself till I found this wonderful mate!

While you are probably aware that old people spend time in the bedroom, you try not to think about it or (omg!) picture it. Well, boys and girls, I tell you now - THINK about it!

We have been together for 20 years on the 9 of next month. You can't possibly believe we are staying together for our kids (all in their 30's). It's the love. That love involves sex, making love, to strengthen our bond.

All my memories of flammable intercourse involve loving and being loved by the person with whom I was creating personal arson.

There are many kinds of love in this world but you have to be IN one of them for sex to be anything other than an entertaining way to burn calories. You can be in love with a body, a spirit, an attitude, a talent. You can be madly in love for 48 hour or less. You can fall in love at first sight. But you have to both be in some kind of love for sex to set that ultimate fire in your soul.

Dance because you love to dance, party because you love to party, write because you love to write, make money because you love feeling rich. What ever you do, do it because you LOVE. If you don't love it, do something you do love.

My real motto is "Seize the day, reach out and pluck the night. When you find the love treasure it for life." Or, the much simpler Go for it!

(Just a note: Love is much easier on the healthy and young. I pulled muscles, blew up my dislocated tail bone and am all over aches today. The mate woke up stiff in places that aren't as much fun as the one that was stiff yesterday. I am also walking on air and blowing in mate's ear. He is smiling on his way to buy more muscle rub. We are not regretting a single ache.)