It couldn’t just be a clitorectomy. It would have to be a full hysterectomy. I’d still have oxytocin because that’s in the brain, but no physical drive to have sex because I’d no longer be making more estrogen. This would take some years off my life, but it would bring us to about even, since he’s 16 years older than me.

He asked me not to do that, so I haven’t. Recently, one of my old bitches returned less screwed up than he was, so the bases are covered. So I’m getting my emotional and physical needs met, just by two different people.