I Want To Be Having It Already

Once upon a time, I was a difficult lay. I did not want to have sex unless I was going to be adored, cradled, treasured. My husband had to make a real effort to win me over. He didn't really understand why something so simple as sex had to be a constant Merchant/Ivory production. I was pretty sure that I was superior because my feminine sensibility didn't view sex as such a raw, clinical need.

Having children changed my view. Although I understood all the basics of human reproduction, until I was a mother I didn't really get it. Yes, sex makes babies but more importantly having sex with my husband gave me MY babies. Not your run of the mill snot-nosed brats but MY children who are delightful and challenging and have made my heart grow faster than the Grinch's on Christmas morning. (I mean, I cry during episodes of Beauty and the Geek now!) So, I had to let up on sex. It turns out, it's a frickin' miracle whether I'm in Elizabethan garb or not.

Of course, motherhood has changed other things. You know the drill; no time, piled up laundry, dirty diapers, blah, blah blah. No one really wants to hear it. My point is that one night my husband offered his services to me and I felt deflated. My old idea of sex seemed like so much work. I don't have the time or energy for the costuming, lighting and long pre-shoot chats with the director in his trailer that used to be my minimum requirement. I sighed and admitted the truth to him..."I don't want to go have sex right now. I want to be having it already." His smile said it all. I finally got a glimpse of how he has always felt about sex. And it wasn't as base and low-brow as I'd always feared. Yeah, maybe I still want the country manor backdrop to my romantic sex fantasy once in a while but now my husband and I can really enjoy just being in a Captain Morgan Rum commercial together, too.