It's a new year! I'm trying lots of new things in 2021 now that I have a number of books available online (and soon in print). This month I'm making 'Her Poly Pod' available for free download and have teamed up with other authors who are making one - or more - of their erotic books available - all for free. There is a huge variety of hot and sexy stories available, check out the link, I'm sure you'll find something you like!
In the never-neverland between the incumbent’s departure and the swearing in of Biden and Harris, I put on a mask and stood in line for the coronavirus vaccine. At the appointed hour I got my jab of risky liberation. As a 25-year biotechnology professional, I was not thrilled at the prospect of taking an unapproved vaccine, only allowed by FDA under an Emergency Use Authorization because of the current health crisis. But I was way less keen on living another year in a lockdown that sometimes feels like house arrest. I was determined to do my small part to fight the pandemic. And as the vaccine rolls out for the 65-plus crowd, I’ll bet many of you are making that same calculation.
That day, the twentieth of January, felt to many of us like a huge turning point, as a bizarre interlude in American history came to a close. The old order ended—kind of. The process of retraining my immune system to fight coronavirus began that day and will fine tune three weeks later courtesy of the second shot. The process of retraining the populace to distinguish lies from truth, reality from surreality, is just beginning.
Cleaning up the mess that rioters left in the United States Capitol was a tiny piece of the cleanup job left by the prior administration. That mess extends to every area of public life, from education to immigration, from social justice to climate change. And yet we gained hope on the twentieth of January; we saw a new start. The songs, the speeches, the executive orders, the change in control of the Executive and legislative branches, felt like opening a window in a fetid room.
Here in my little corner of the room, I’m enjoying that breeze while connecting the dots between the real lives of older women and the public perception. My new collection, The Erotic Pandemic Ball, is designed to entertain us as we wait to safely resume our full lives. In these stories about a locked down senior community, women entertain a variety of virus-resistant suitors including vampires, demons, and a time-traveling Madam. Billed as “The most fun you can have with a mask on,” one reader had this reaction:
“This is sex for the thinking person… you'll be plenty diverted by Fosse's clever ways of subverting Covid's pathetic attempt to keep sexy people apart!”
Please read it and enjoy.
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This book is the third in my Love in Lockdown series. If you want to start with a short sample, the first volume of the series is free: Her Poly Podincludes three stories to give a taste of what the Love in Lockdown series is all about. You can see details and links for all three books in the series below.
The last day of this month would have been my mother’s 95th birthday, and we are preparing a Celebration of Life for her that day. Looking at photos and writing her story helps me focus on the totality of her life and not just the last few months when the pandemic kept us apart. I am not alone. In the last ten months, many of the Boomer generation have lost parents they could not visit in person. For my mother and me, the telephone became our lifeline, a connection our grandparents did not have during the 1918 pandemic. My maternal grandmother was a telephone operator who lived through that pandemic, and I wonder whether she hoped that future generations living through lockdown would keep in touch that way.
After the strange twists and turns of 2020, I’ve gained some humility about predicting what the future holds. Perhaps you too are wondering whether this year’s Vision Board will be any more use than last year’s. Yet there is some value in claiming our wishes, regardless of the constraints under which we live right now. And there is value in imagining the future, regardless of how wrong we may turn out to be. Whether it comes to writing a book or living a life, it’s good to know where you think you’re going.
So here’s a plot twist to look out for: Will vaccinated 60+ year-olds be the new Cool Kids? Will we be part of a temporary social class of Haves, while our younger counterparts are, for the moment, the Have Nots? What a turn of events! A spokesperson for OKCupid recently told a New York Times reporter, “Getting the vaccine is the hottest thing you could be doing on a dating app right now.”
And a luxury travel service in London is booking members who are 65 or older to the United Arab Emirates to receive privately obtained vaccines. And then, get this: In the interval between the first and second jab, off they go to a desert safari. How glamorous.
What an odd little temporary fillip. “On OkCupid, those who indicate that they have already received the vaccine are being liked at double the rate of users who say that they are not interested in getting the vaccine,” says the New York Times.
Do I feel a writing prompt coming on? Anybody want to tackle the supreme panache of the older woman with a vaccination card?
And this leads directly to a new affliction: Vaccination Envy. As Chicago Tribune columnist Mary Smich puts it,
“The thought of getting a COVID-19 vaccine makes me impatient, greedy, needy. I yearn for a vaccine the way some people want a mansion or a Tesla or Michelle Obama’s dresses.”
So even those of use who have secured vaccination appointments should not lord it over our slightly younger and less fortunate brothers and sisters. We can be mature along with them and realize we are doing it for the greater good.
“Every shot in someone’s arm is a step closer to me and my family getting our lives back,” as a friend of Mary Smich wisely says. “This is another moment when our selfish country has to keep remembering the greater good, which ultimately helps us as individuals too.”
Good call. But meanwhile, I’m tempted to set this writing prompt:
The Vaccinated Cougar
Imagine that during this odd little bubble of time, you’re online, on a dating site and you post your completed vaccination card as your profile picture. And right away you begin to get those messages… what happens next?
Come, write along with me, the best is yet to be.
Have a marvelous February.
All best wishes for the year ahead.
The Most Fun You Can Have With Your Mask On
The complete Tales of Love in Lockdown series is now available.
The first in the series, Her Poly Pod, is a FREE download on all online stores.
Click on each cover (above) for details or for download links
I publish two blog articles (published online on the 10th and the 20th) and this newsletter every month, so you hear from me (or a guest blogger) a couple of times a month. Below is a brief extract from each of last month's blogs - click the links for the whole enchilada! If you've ever considered getting your voice out there, I welcome suggestions for topics, or a fully written guest piece in line with my philosophy for the site. Drop me a line......
Economics tells us the obvious: that when supply goes up, price goes down. And price does not only mean the cost of diamonds or real estate; it also means wages.
In the early 1960s my mother returned to nursing after a break while we children were small. She was the first mom in our neighborhood to pursue a career, but others soon followed. The early adopters of Second Wave Feminism doubled their family income, but when the trend grew and women doubled the workforce, the predictable happened: as the supply of workers increased, real wages fell, and families that had done just fine on one income henceforth needed two.
The drop in real wages is lamented widely and its roots in flawed feminism are rarely discussed.
A feminism that maximized the opportunities available to single white women missed an enormous opportunity. An economy built around the needs of children and their parents would not have doubled the size of the workforce and brought down real wages. Rather, such an economy would have shifted how employment is structured, with longer parental leaves and shorter workweeks distributing the existing supply of work hours. Such an economy would have provided women more opportunities for employment, men more opportunities for leisure and parenting, and children the chance to have parents at home. More workers could perform the same amount of work with fewer hours per worker. Health insurance could be mandated for everyone, including part time workers and their dependents. Read More.....
On tasting her first radish, the gorilla Koko signed to her human companions, “Red hurt food.”
Just three words: one for the beginning, one for the middle, one for the end. That is all a story requires. Koko’s story, one of many possible stories about a radish, was complete in itself: compelling, grounded in the immediate, with character, action, resolution. The power of three is embedded in every story, and every story has power.
As the poet Muriel Rukeyser famously wrote, “The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms.”
For human beings, what Rukeyser said is not just metaphor. Stories create a model world inside the mind of the reader, and each of us makes decisions based on the model we carry. Some stories, the ones that align with the real world and human values, are light to carry. But the stories that require us to lie to ourselves and to hate one another can be heavy burdens.
Governments understand that stories change us and change our behavior. Our foremothers who worked in factories during World War II were inspired by stories of Rosie the Riveter, co-created by the federal government and Hollywood. When the war was over, that same partnership of government and Hollywood wanted to put the genie back in the bottle. Images of the courageous woman worker suddenly disappeared, replaced by tales of the Happy Homemaker. Many of us remember the 1950s when Ozzie and Harriett and Father Knows Best elevated the housewife to near-sainthood.
You may remember the terrific guest post by my friend Simone LaBerge, “Sexuality Down the Decades,” where she reflected on her own sexual development from childhood to her seventies and talked about her hopes for the years ahead.
Her writing inspired me to create a free short course to help you to reflect on your journey so far and your hopes for the days to come.
Sign up for a fascinating interior journey, and share the details with your close friends and on social media please!