I know, I know, it’s not feminine. Hell, it’s horrendous to have the word ‘Jurassic’ on a photo with my sexy self, with the prominence of my nude behind. But what if?
What if I’m still a cougarbunny bittersweet matureyoung resolutehesitant bravelyworried fifty-something lady-mother-wife-daughter? What if I’m still many things, many more than I know, or wish to know, about me?
How many ladies live a life sandwiched between rowdy youngsters and silent seniors? How many women look in the mirror to see the going girl and the coming crone?
Therefore, allow me to go Jurassic in January, just a jot, with a menacing look through the window, associated with a standing suggestion: eating, drinking, lamenting are no motivators. Posing is.