Aging is something young people will always -- understandably -- view with a mixture of dismissal and dismay. The response to the idea of senior sex is a bit like the response to the horrific acts of a survival series: we don't want to go there, but there is pleasure to be found in imagining from a safe distance just how difficult it must be.
Let's say it's a warm summer day and you're sitting at an outdoor café sipping a Prosecco and watching the people parade. A 55-year-old guy who looks his age (in spite of the dyed hair and sucked-in paunch) strolls by with his arm around a sexy, scantily clad woman who looks to be about 30, perhaps younger.
I have spent this last year focusing on myself in a series I wrote about turning 50. But, I got carried away and became a little too self-absorbed. I made a mistake. A huge mistake. Warning signs should have been noted but I kept plowing forward. I got botoxed! It is almost like being punked by yourself.