90-Year-Old English Slut On Sex: "You Don't Really Miss It"

British literary editor, novelist and memoirist Diana Athill is officially our kind of woman. The Daily Mail has a piece on her today — she has a new memoir, Somewhere Towards The End, to plug — and she gave some really choice quotes ("There was a time when, although I didn't have the energy to go out looking for men, if they turned up, I slept with them. It sort of cheered me up"). And while such bon mots coming from an elderly woman — 90 friggin' years old! — who can't remember how many men she's slept with are amusing, the fact that she can be so frank, forthcoming, and no-bullshit about the life she's led (and continues to lead) is really inspiring. After the jump, check out some of her remarks about sex then, and now, including her musings on preferring black men over white men.

On dating mostly black men for the majority of her adult life (from her 40s on):

I think because I liked Barry so much and he was Jamaican, it gave me a predisposition to like black men: I'm sure the sex would have been just as good if he had been a white man. But it would have been less likely to happen because there are jolly few white men who are particularly attracted to a white woman of my then age, who's not particularly glamorous.
On her publishing partner André Deutsch:
We ate an omelette and went to bed together, without — as I remember it — much excitement on either side.
On her inability to connect with men in an emotionally romantic way:
Any time anyone fell in love with me, it was very funny — I used to instantly despise them. I felt like Groucho Marx saying he wouldn't join a club that would have him.
On never marrying or having children (at 43, she got pregnant and decided to keep it, but miscarried.)
I was lacking for most of my life in maternal instinct, but there was a short time when I got pregnant and wanted to have the baby. But I was amazed by how quickly I recovered from not having it. I was quite sad, but not unduly sad and I've thought about it very little since. I feel a little bit ashamed of that.
On no being particularly interested in sex anymore:
It's a bit like not being able to drink any more. When I began to realise that alcohol made me feel ill, which it did, I thought: 'Oh God, imagine going to a party and not being able to drink!' But if you don't actually want it, then you don't really miss it. And it's much the same thing with sex.
On Viagra:
Heavens, to take a pill to help you...if it's not spontaneous, what's the point?
Men? Oh Gosh, There Were A Lot Of Them ... Confessions Of A Promiscuous 90-Year-Old [Daily Mail]