Sad but true: the only thing I want in between my legs these days is my motorcycle – a tragicomedy in three acts.

Act I: Libido (non-scientific definitions) – that feeling of your body and mind being ready and yearning for a touch, a kiss, an orgasm; that thrill when you look into someone’s eyes and sense the connection; that startle when meeting an attractive stranger’s eyes knowing something could have been there if you didn’t have to go buy onions, or if you didn’t have a husband/partner, or parents to help; the butterflies in your stomach going down towards your pelvis and expressing themselves in feminine moisture – too Sandra Brown(y)/Brownish?

Act II: All these sensations gone! Just like that. I look at men that I find handsome and/or interesting and all I feel is this silent admiration. None of the above reactions, no vibration in my body. Nada! A too peaceful, almost maternal affection – good thing I don’t go pinch their cheeks saying that I think they are great.

For someone whose libido was higher than average for most of her sexual life, the hormonal imbalances/depletions that accompany (peri)menopause are extremely painful not only on a physical level, but also mentally.

Sex was an important part of my life, and I grew up in a family where it was looked at as something natural and beautiful.

Act III: Am I ready, at 45, to give up the joys that my far from perfect body, that I love, gave me? Hell NO!

Where are the studies on the matter? Where are the treatments?