OK, so nobody has ever accused me of being smart and knowing when to leave well enough alone. I wonder how we’ve come to a position that people in late adulthood don’t have sex or that it somehow becomes gross at a certain point? Reactions in course room to this topic. I realize it wasn’t until a few years ago I finally figured out my parents had sex more than three times ( 1 brother and 1 sister). But it strikes me as odd that all of a sudden the rules of young or early adolescence comes back in late adulthood in a morbid kind of way.
What happened to sex being hot? Passionate? Fun? Or “because we could”? Oops, your 65 now you have to stop having those feelings! Brings me to a memory of an old catch phrase; “Eggs, not just for breakfast anymore” ( I think), a bit twisted; “SEX, not just for procreation anymore.” Sexual relations is a beautiful thing, and to render our judgments on whether personal choices of others as to how, when, where, and even how old is acceptable in my mind is wrong. If Abner and Gretta want to go off and get their “grove on” so be it. OK, “grove on” is dated. Point is if we can accept sexual relations in late adolescence as experimentation and the finding of one’s sexual identity, why is it so gross to continue to explore and practice things we have found enjoyable over a lifetime in late adulthood?
Reading Chapter 17 had become depressing for me, but lets put another item in the positive column.