When we first bought our little cottage on the lake my friend John said I’d set myself up for a “schizophrenic” existence…that was about sixteen years ago and I’ve decided that he was kinda right. Most weekends we pack up and leave the Burg and head for the lake…( my Mom packs as though we’re sailing on the Lusitania for the summer in Europe). Dog stuff…music books…clothes…paint set…food…coolers etc. Maybe John was REALLY right.
Now I realize that most of the ads on TV these days are for drugs…for arthritis, or sinus problems, or “bedroom” problems…like those pesky four hour “situations”…and that every drug seems to have some possibly serious side affects…like the little LUNESTA butterfly that brings a lovely eight hours of deep sleep along with a chance of getting up and driving somewhere and not remebering it.. I’ve gone on and on about these warnings before, but now I’m fascinated by a certain one…called “AXIRON” for “low T”.
I’ve gone through quite a few different terms through the years as I’ve tried out various words when I make reference to the guy I’ve been sharing my life with for the past thirty two years. Besides referring to him as The Beast, or The Big Walrus ( both of which I use in the most loving and nicest way)…I’m past the age where I can use “my boyfriend” without sounding like Cloris Leachman in “Young Frankenstein”. He’ll often introduce me as his “mate”…which makes us sound like a couple of swashbucklers who came in on the Santa Maria.
When I was in the first grade I remember anxiously awaiting Halloween. My Mom and Dad had taken me shopping for a costume..and after careful consideration I chose a tiger with a long tail and a mask that would let me breathe. My best friend Sandy was as excited as I was…and we were unusually secretive about what we’d be wearing to trick or treat. When the big night finally arrived, her Mom brought her to our house,,,wearing the identical tiger costume. Ever since that day I’ve totally understood what a woman feels like when some witch shows at a grand gala in an identical dress. I made a vow that night (at age 7) never to be one upped by any man, woman, or child ..anywhere….anytime.
I always thought of intimacy as something very sensual or sexual, and while I know that it often is related to one or the other, I’ve come to think about it more broadly as I’ve gotten older. It seems as though intimate moments can happen anywhere…with anybody, when people connect on an unusually honest level.
My niece loves to search out the “quacks” in the professional world…like the doctor who told me I had a kidney infection and sent me home with an antibiotic when I actually had a burst appendix….or the dentist who said my wisdom teeth had to come out immediately (30 years ago…and I still have ‘em)