Old And Gay

 Why do they call it "Old Man Winter"? I suppose it's because no matter how young you are, Winter will always be an old weather phenomenon that affects most everyone.  (Fuck you, people in tropical climates.)  A lot of people romanticize Winter, and I too, would like to stare out the window while drinking my hot chocolate and get a fuzzy, cozy feeling about the beauty of Winter.  I would like to, but I won't. I'm old, my old injuries and surgeries ache anytime the barometric pressure changes, I have to wait hours after one of my hot showers before I go outside, and even then I have to wrap myself up to look like a human burrito.  When I finally go outside with 13 layers of clothing, I inevitably run into some dick jogging in their short shorts, or some idiot on a bicycle headed my way and shouting "cold enough for ya?!" So many times I hear people say "Oh, I love Winter and its magic!"  Shut the hell up.  You just like being warm indoors out of...

I'd be the first to admit that when I was younger and cruising up gay bars, I would see right past the old guys and ignore they even existed.  I would, if it was true.  I was that rare guy that was into much older men even when I was in my twenties.  My friends hated it, but I loved it because I had little or no competition.  It was nothing for my friends to see me go home with someone twenty years my senior and return in the morning with a big smile on my face. All daddy issues aside, I see now how those older men must have felt when they went to gay bars.  I have tried to smile at younger men in the club, I have tried to start conversations out of sheer politeness, but I was treated like I was invisible, or worse, like I was some sort of infectious disease no one wanted to get close to.  Shallow, I know.  But in the spirit of that same shallow mentality, I haven't been to a gay bar in ages because I realized there was no one there that I found physic...