Last week Zeitgeisty posted a delightful picture of wrinkled and saggy Helen Mirren splashing around in the ocean in one of the mystical beach locales where celebrities go to be photographed by paparazzi. Helen Mirren is a beautiful woman, and seeing her disrobed at an age when sexuality is generally considered vulgar, made me smile. Of all the cultural fairytales we tell each other, the idea that sex between older people is somehow inferior to the nubile strains of the twenty-something set is one that frightens me most. I can imagine at least a dozen other celebrities more appealing than the aged Helen Mirren, but I don't know if I'd rather sleep with any of them.
Sexuality is such a visual phenomenon in America. It's the insinuating curves in perfume ads and the conveniently covered nipple on the cover of Maxim. Sex is the clown-faced pantomime of Samantha on Sex & the City, a performance done for the camera, whose lingering presence makes us feel more desirable. Physical symmetry and "hotness" are the social marching orders; we must seek them out, assimilate to their styles and comportment in magazines and on TV, then feel grateful we've found someone young enough and symmetrical enough to inspire envy. Who would envy someone walking around with a slinky sixty-one year-old on their arm? Who could even stomach the thought of a sixty-one year old in the literal act of ecstasy?
I watched Sunset Boulevard last weekend and was reminded of a theoretical flesh crawl with an older woman. Gloria Swanson is beautiful in that movie. Her role is a demented loon whose romantic attachment to William Holden is buffoonish, like some kind of ghoul parading around the land of young attractive people without any sense of shame. Her character's tragic flaw is that she can't accept her own age; she refuses to trade the indulgent vanities of her youth for something more age-appropriate. The way Gloria Swanson attacks the role, clawing at her surroundings with wide-eyed delusion, is extraordinary.
The part of Norma Desmond is insane, but the woman playing the role is dashing. Watching Gloria Swanson act circles around a slack-jawed William Holden, I felt charmed. When she slipped her arm through his while watching her old movies in the living room, I felt a jealous tingle on my leg. William Holden squirmed with discomfort at the idea of a fifty year-old woman's advances. The opportunity was wasted on him. The things I would have done with that hand in my lap, sitting beside someone so alluringly capable and in command of themselves.
Is there an alternative for Norma Desmond that isn't a patronizing dismissal? Is there a way for her to lead a sane life without having to sacrifice her life force and vivacity on some tubby butler? Do older people abdicate the right to be open about their physical and sexual needs because of the slackening of their skins and the onset of bunions? I hope not.
When I'm old I imagine my hunger for body and closeness will remain, even if my hard-on might have to go on meds to keep pace. I can see myself visiting my grown children, staying in the strange sheets of her or his guest room, listening to the eerie quiet of an unfamiliar neighborhood in a strange city. In that room I can imagine myself turning to my post-menopausal partner, taking her speckled hand, with its knots of blue-green veins, and putting it around the back of my head as I follow my salivary divining rod to that most indignant of all god's creations: the geriatric vagina. She looks like Gloria Swanson in my head.
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