A Midlife Truth Bomb About Sex, Menopause, and Razorblades.

We can talk, right?

We’re women. Sisters in menopause, perimenopause, and all things midlife related. So let’s get into it.

Tell me... Who created that lie that older women are hornier and need a younger man in his twenties to keep up?

Like… was that from a rejected Sex and the City script or some bitter cougar trying to keep hope alive? Because let me be honest with you: I don’t even think about sex. Like… ever.

When my husband comes near me with that look, I’m standing there like, “Oh yeah. That’s a thing married people still do. I forgot about that. How about a game of golf? Want to go golfing? You love golf.”

Him: "It's midnight."

Then Came the Day It Felt Like Razorblades

One night, I said okay, I have wifely duties to tend to. Let’s reconnect. Let’s be intimate. And y’all…It felt like razorblades were cutting through my vagina. Not figuratively. Not "a little uncomfortable." I mean real, actual, wincing pain that made me question everything I knew about my body and marriage.

My mind screamed, "Get all the oils!" The coconut, the olive, the butter, the Crisco, the Valvoline—whatever it took. I'd entered the lube stage of my life. The horror.

Halle Berry Talked About It—Thank God

You know who described it perfectly? Halle freakin’ Berry. She said what I couldn’t articulate—and suddenly, my husband was like, “Ohhhhhh, is that what you meant?”

Pfft. I’ve been saying this for months, but it took Halle to get through to you? Typical. But that’s a whole other post…

Enter: My Esthetician (Because Women Save Women)

Now listen, I’m not one to gatekeep, especially when it comes to something this personal.

My esthetician (who is basically a goddess of all things skincare and womanhood) told me about this vaginal rejuvenation treatment she carries. It’s a take-home option with the slogan: “Intimacy matters.”

Apparently, it helps with:

• Vaginal dryness

• Discomfort during intercourse

• Vaginal tightness

And honestly? If it does even half of what the box claims, I'm going to be one happy gal.

No Photos. No Filters. Just the Real.

Don’t worry—I’m not going to post pics or diagrams. This isn’t that kind of blog. Yuck.

But I am going to document the experience—because if this works, more women need to know. We deserve to feel good in our bodies, to enjoy intimacy, and not suffer in silence because no one wants to talk about it.

So stay tuned. I’ll be back with a full report. And if it’s a win? You better believe I’ll shout it from the rooftops—right after I have a meeting with my husband (wink wink).

Until the next hot flash…

 💋 LB