The back of a woman's blazer in a posh shop on Yonge Street near Roxborough. It would look good on me.
I am post-menopausal. It is beautiful. There was a new freedom when I stopped bleeding. I am in an intellectual, emotional, and sexual renaissance. A new order of personal power not unique to me. It's something all women are experiencing or can anticipate.
Why am I telling you this?
Because a troll on social media tried to take me down with it.
I don't recommend this. You can trust me to have done the research. But type post-menopausal into the search bar on Twitter. Between posts with merit, you'll find the sad humans. Some of you might say that's the whole site. It's not.
They don't know I have a black belt in erasure. From all the years working in professional kitchens. You know this fight scene in Enter The Dragon? Watch the first two minutes. Bruce Lee is me. Also, his good looks and my sixty-year-old libido — I might take a bath later.
Rubbing out women by going after their sexuality. Yawn.
I'm just getting started. Fasten your seatbelts. Because I am a Queen. And this is my time.
How life works is magic.
Two hours later, a man I taught 13 years ago sent me a random note by DM on Instagram. Let's say it made my day. Don't be afraid to tell people nice things. Most importantly if it is about long ago. It was a potent antidote after dealing with the terminally hopeless.
Miley Cyrus singing a sexy little number (about co-dependence). Her pure talent is the DNA of this album. The studio list is impressive. That Brianna Capozzi photo, too.
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