I have noticed, in the bragging-rights department, that “he doesn’t need Viagra” has become the female equivalent of the male “and, I swear, she’s a real blonde.” Personally, I do not care a bit. To me, anything that keeps you happy and in the game is a good thing.
But then, I am proud to say, I was among the early, and from what I gather, rare female users.
It happened when the drug was introduced around 1998. I was 50, but
after chemotherapy for breast cancer — and later, advanced ovarian
cancer — I was, hormonally speaking, pretty much running on fumes.
Whether this had diminished my sex drive I did not yet know. One may
have Zorba-esque impulses when a cancer diagnosis first comes in; but a
treatment that leaves you bald, moon-faced and exhausted knocks that out
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