So I learnt a new term last month at a GV continuing education training, given by a cute petite chirpy 60-something Joan Price, author of Better Than I Ever Expected, straight talk about sex after sixty. During the training Joan introduced the word “seasoned” to describe her own age group.

Now chronologically I’m not quite there yet, which in my eyes makes me “pre-seasoned”. Like pre-menopause. By the time I get to “seasoned” I’ll be well and truly marinated.

I initially resisted the word, my Virgo discrimination coming to check out this new concept, but then, what word does one use? Golden Agers, Boomers, Seniors? I don’t even know how to label myself? Girl? Woman? Gal?

So how do I, a “pre-seasoned” currently hetero-focused single fare sexually in today’s world? I hear that the 50’s are being called the new 30’s. Well, hmmm, in my 30’s in SF sexual encounters were to be had at the drop of a wink! But now, well let’s say it’s not quite the same!

I found that as I reached my late 40’s I become invisible to the “opposite sex”, which has been a fascinating process so far. Invisibility takes some getting used to; it can still hurt like the Dickens.

A hedonist from birth, a flower child in the 60’s, I’ve been sexual now for 30-something years and at my calculation can expect to live until my 80’s, a further 30-something years.

What will the future hold for me as a sexual being? Alone I’m fine, thank goodness for my long-term relationship with my faithful Magic Wand and some excellent Marco Vassi. But what of something less solo, more joined and juicy? Something to keep the spark alive and the libido in peak condition…

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