Phartizan, thanks for playing “TOO MUCH INFORMATION!” We have some nice parting gifts for ya.
Now I have to rinse my brain with bleach and cut my eyes out.
Dear Penthouse:
I never thought I’d be writing to you, but the most amazing thing happened at my nursing home the other day. This hottie over in the Alzheimer’s ward was sitting there in the cafeteria, eating her stewed prunes, when I decided to try my luck. “Is this seat taken?” I asked. “I can’t remember” she said. We finished dinner, and since it was only 3:30, we still had a couple of hours before turning in. We went for a walk in the yard. We reached the gazebo and we stopped and gazed in each other’s eyes. I love that cute blank expression she has! Anyway, I leaned in for a kiss, and that’s when the fireworks started. She hungrily groped for my…
runs to the bathroom and throws up breakfast…
Old people sex is great. I hope that FaerieBeth and I will have many, many years of satisfying loveplay.
That said, I do not want to see or hear it from anyone else. Ever. shudder
of course, given some of the internet sites and mags out there, YMMV. just keep that shit away from me.
To recap:
Old people love = good.
Old people sex = keep that shit away from me.
I believe this is one of those situations where it’s possible, and even desirable, to believe two contradictory things:
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Yes, I am very happy that my parents/grandparents/etc are having great sex. (I too hope to have great sex when I’m 80.)
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I don’t want to know, or envision, or hear, or think, ANYTHING about it. Ugh. Please, for the love of Og, NOTHING.
But to be honest, this is probably the way our parents feel about our sex lives.
So, have we finally found a way to control rebellious teenagers? “Get rid of those eyebrow piercings right now, or your mother will give me a blow job!”
When I was in high school my social studies teacher told me that when she was in college she had to rent a video from the library about sex (for a psych class, really). To be more precise, it was a video about elderly swingers. Apparantly these old people in their rest home liked to try new things…like sex partners. The video even interviewed a couple WHILE they were having sex.
It’s not about age-it’s about the fact that they’re RELATED to me!
EEEWWWw…they’re RELATIVES! I wouldn’t want to think about my sister or my cousins doing the nasty either.
Guin darling…how do you think you GOT HERE? After all…your parents WERE related to you…
Okay, I posted this in another thread a long LONG time ago…, and I feel compelled to post part of it again. I think it applies…if not, please disregard.
*Well, it comforts ME anyway, to know that my parents loved and adored each other, and I am so VERY glad that I happen to know that this was so. Of course, I KNEW that, but I have to tell you that my particular “ahHAH” moment occurred when my parents were in their early seventies. Yes, their early SEVENTIES. (I was a "late-in-life baby…an OOPS child, if you will.)
So anyway, one day I knocked on the door, which wasn’t answered, so I assumed the parental units weren’t home. I therefore used my key and walked into my ancestral home. (Sorry, I have been infected by Jester’s very amusing thread.) Anyway, my parent’s bedroom door was closed, which is a thing I didn’t remember ever having seen happen before. This was confusing, so knocked on the door (having been taught to do so as a child, hmmmm) and my mom said…“who is it?” I said Cheri, is anything wrong? Upon which my mom said “No, but it isn’t the best time. Could you please go away? Unless you are having a problem, in which case we will be right out.” Ummmmm…no, mom, I just stopped by to say hello. “Well, hello and we will visit some other time. If you want to come back in an hour or so…?”
I admit this confused me, but I obediently left and came back in an hour. When I got there, mom was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea, and dad was nowhere in sight…but I could hear the shower running.
I admit I am a dummy. I admit I was oblivious to the fact that my parents were still in love. I admit that I said…“Mom, is everything okay?” Mom said…“Everything is just FINE, honey…Darling, you have to realize that your dad and I…LOVE each other.” Well, mom, I KNOW that…what is the point? “Cheri, you are NO LONGER A CHILD…do I have to draw you a PICTURE?”
Oh. OH!!!
Of course, my inward response was “YUCK!” I retained enough brains to not SAY that. And besides which, mom was sitting there with this …LOOK… on her face that said it wouldn’t MATTER to her if I said “YUCK”, so I just said hello, gave her a hug and noted the fact that she was WEARING HER BATHROBE!!!
I went on my way, still bemused.
And you know, now that mom is gone, I am grateful for that memory. My parents were married for 58 years. I am so happy that they were physically loving to each other right up until my mom got ill. It gives me peace. Well, they were STILL physically loving AFTER she got ill, but I assume not in the same way. Not that I would know.*
It comforts me to know how much my parents loved each other. Mom has gone to Heaven. But I know that here on earth, she was loved beyond reason by HER man.
Is this “cute” or “disgusting”? Give me a LARGE break. It is neither. It is beautiful, and far more precious than most of us will ever be lucky enough to have.
“Isn’t faith believing…all power can’t be seen?”
I partially agree with you Scotticher. But then sex is also a wet, sticky, sloppy, messy thing which for those of us who unfortunately happened to catch the live show is something we’d rather not have burned into our memories. Nothing kills “the mood” quite like the realization of “Hey, my Mom used to moan just like that.”
So for me the OP is neither cute nor disgusting either. And while I certainly wouldn’t mind having an active 80 something sex life when it comes to others it’s in my “Ignorance is Bliss” file.
What is weird though it there are people out there right now, perhaps even on this board reading this post, who’s biological parents have never had sex.
Well, you know…for me, it wasn’t really ever an issue. What happened happened…I thought to myself…“how nice that they love each other so much, but…” really. I put it out of my mind…I guess for the reasons that you state, and also because they were my PARENTS…and and I didn’t want to THINK about them doing the “wet, sticky, sloppy, messy” thing of which you speak.
I never thought about it again…until mom died and (much later) stuff came up on this board that caused me to think about my parents and their physical relationship…their relationship as a couple and as lovers.
It wasn’t easy for me to deal with these things…but it made it easier to lose my mom to know that they loved each other so much…that I and my siblings were an expression OF their love rather than the only thing that held them together. I know this might not make much sense to many or most of you…but it is my truth. And I think the truth of my parents love for each other makes it easier for me.
Which, considering how awful losing mom is/was for me, makes me wonder how people live through the whole thing when they don’t have the same kind of situation that I did.
I send my love to all who don’t have that legacy of love and compassion. You have my shoulder, should you want it.
Now I gotta clean cola off the monitor!
That technique would have worked on me as a teenager.
Did anyone else not want to click on this thread but had an overwhelming desire to see what it was all about?
my bedroom use to be directly under my parents when i was a youngster. i could hear every single moan and thump. personally it didnt bother me. even at 14 i thought it was cute and would just turn the radio up a little louder to give them some privacy.
even now many moons later my parents and i (along with my long suffering partner) talk about sex in detail. their sex, our sex, everyone elses sex.
ive come to realise my family is very werid.
Often, while visiting my parents, I’ll walk into their kitchen to find them leaning against the counter, sticking their tongues down each other’s throats. As a kid it used to gross me out, but now I think it’s cute. A large number of my friends have parents who are divorced, separated or constantly fighting, so I consider myself lucky that my folks still love each other after all these years, and aren’t afraid to show it.
Of course, I wouldn’t want to see or hear them having sex, but the fact that in all probability they do doesn’t bother me whatsoever. When I’m in my 80s I plan to continue humping away, so it would be hypocritical to think my parents are “too old for that sort of thing”.
I think it’s more because sex is such a private thing, I feel like I’m majorly intruding on their privacy.
I don’t mind that my parents have sex-that’s great. It’s just that it’s really none of my business.
I saw my mom give my dad a kiss once, on the cheek- same goes for my older siblings(17 years older than me) We think we were test tube babies
Old folks having sex… shrug So?
Ooohhhhhhhhh…old people dirty-talk!
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Hell, the idea of me having sex is somewhat gross to me. Fortunately, I’m ok with the reality of actually having it though.
I hope that my parents have a healthy, loving relationship. I just don’t want to be involved.