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The Mystique of Being Gay Is Gone
I’m starting to feel my age
Age is beginning to catch up to me.
I came out of the closet in 1998 when I was 40, and decided to reset my clock and start my life at 40 as if I were 20.
Now that I’m in my mid-60s, in gay years, I’m in my upper 40s.
But I’m not like the other gay guys who are somewhere in their 40s.
I see them. In magazines. On Facebook and Instagram. And on the hookup apps.
They all look like they are having an amazing time.
They’re traveling — all over the world! In some cases, they have big groups that travel together. It looks like they’re having a blast.
Call me a bit jelly.
I did that when I was in my 40s. I traveled, went to the best bars and restaurants, and generally had the most fabulous life I could afford.
That is not what is happening right now.
I’m 67 now. And I have regrets.
My children were approaching their teen years when I was divorced. They needed me more than ever; they just didn’t know it.
I knew it, and I chose to ignore it.
Oh, I would always be there for the obligatory visits and events. My ex-wife had…
