El pasado lunes 22 de Enero la Vanguardia publicaba un artículo basado en una nueva columna "Married but not dead" del semanario neoyorquino The Village Voice en la que Nora Shelley (casada y madre de 3 niños) y Essie Carmichael (casada y madre de uno) terapeutas sexuales de Brooklyn nos cuentan sus peripecias para mantener algo de pasión sexual en su relación de pareja con hijos, un poco al estilo de "Sex in the City" a lo casado (hot monogamy)
Todo un movimiento nuevo en la ciudad de los rascacielos que hace plantear muchas cosas aunque ni estés casada ni tengas hijos... a Disfrutar d'estar single!!
A wedding ring shouldn't mean the end of a happy sex life—though it usually does.
by Nora ShelleyJanuary 16th, 2007 3:48 PM
I can't help thinking that maybe I should go back on the Zoloft when I see Carmichael approaching. She is 45 minutes late. Typical. What is not typical is that her usually stressed-out stride is relaxed. In fact, she's got a shit-eating grin on her face. Did she sneak in a yoga class? Get a facial? Something looks different. Maybe she changed her meds. She rushes over and gives me a hug.
"I just had sex with E.L.," she blurts out. I am speechless. She is my best friend. And she had sex. With her husband. I feel like I've been stabbed in the back. I am tempted to throw one of us off the nearby balcony.
"Morning sex?" I manage. It comes out more hostile than I plan, though Carmichael barely notices. Why should she? She just had morning sex.
"Oh my God, yes! Morning sex. Like a high school senior. It is too incredible. I had sex with my husband and I liked it." I stare at her, incredulous. I haven't had sex, morning or otherwise, in three months. Neither had she. I trusted her. I know it's a free country and people have sex in it. Apparently even my best friend. But still. How dare she?
"We're back, Nora. We're back. I can't believe it. Don't be mad."
"I just had sex with E.L.," she blurts out. I am speechless. She is my best friend. And she had sex. With her husband. I feel like I've been stabbed in the back. I am tempted to throw one of us off the nearby balcony.
"Morning sex?" I manage. It comes out more hostile than I plan, though Carmichael barely notices. Why should she? She just had morning sex.
"Oh my God, yes! Morning sex. Like a high school senior. It is too incredible. I had sex with my husband and I liked it." I stare at her, incredulous. I haven't had sex, morning or otherwise, in three months. Neither had she. I trusted her. I know it's a free country and people have sex in it. Apparently even my best friend. But still. How dare she?
"We're back, Nora. We're back. I can't believe it. Don't be mad."
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