First, I do not pick the writing prompts for the magazine group I submit to. This one was “My sexuality as a widow.” And I thought, what the fuck, I’ll try it.
I’m probably the only person who did. So it’s published on Woman’s Day and starts :
“My current boyfriend was shocked when, after we first made love, I told him that all I wanted in a relationship (at the time) was a “friends with benefits” situation. It had been a year and eight months since my husband had died; my sex drive had recovered, but my heart was still hibernating…
Now let’s go read the rest shall we: How I Experience Sexuality as Widow
And comment on whether I’ve channeled my inner feminist or my inner Kardashian.
(I’m blushing here).