THEY have told me that this day would come -- for years. Ever since I entered into surgically induced menopause, doctors have been clear with me that there would be a time when I would no longer be able to rely on my own natural lubrication to make sexual intercourse a comfortable and pleasant experience. Frankly, with each passing year, I've allowed myself to believe, just a little bit more, that THEY might have gotten it wrong with that prediction.
Call me "Pollyanna."
It is seeming though, in the last few weeks, that I am having more and more trouble achieving enough lubrication to make it work well. The dryness is, surely, uncomfortable for me, but I am thinking it is starting to be an issue for both of us... the slip and slide seems to be out of business.
Probably, I'm going to need to deal with some kind of artificial personal lubricant product. And that's a challenge. I don't know much about lube. I avoid lube. It is icky. Slimy. Gross. Back in the day when we were still able to pull off vaginal fisting, we bought an inexpensive, store brand version of KY Jelly -- and then used it by the quart. It was yucky, but it worked in that situation and got the job done.
Today, getting to some kind of pretty good sex is a tricky business. I need to really be able to focus. I need to be able to feel subtle cues and subtle shifts in muscle tension and friction. Sticky, gooey, slimey glop is a real distraction in that process. It makes everything way more difficult. And... it irritates my girl parts.