I love talking about sex. I love thinking about sex, something I do all the time. And I love doing great sex, but at 68, living in a country not noted for great sex, I’m pretty much living a celibate life. I didn’t plan it that way, but I truly love where I live, in Mahajanga, Madagascar, so, for now anyways, I’m living a sexless life.
I’ve been “play dating” a few men here, and by that I mean men who have expressed an interest in getting to know me, only to ghost me or make no effort to actually spend time with me, all the while continuing to flirt and make silly comments — so are you in or out, buddy? That’s so fucking annoying.