How young is young?
Depends on how old you are.If you’re 16, then 14 is excessively young. If you’re 30, then 14 is illegal, 16 is almost legal, 18 is legal, but somewhat freaky, and 25 is okay. 30 is just right, 35 is still all right, 40 is older, 50 is old, 60 and above then you’re just a boy toy. In the gay community.
Twinks. 18 to 25 is the perfect age. You can party, do drugs, get drunk and wake up in any bed you want. I hope that you’re playing safe. Aids is not as scary as it was in the 80’s but it’s still there. You can get any man you want. You can even charge for it. Okay, not with legal tender I hope, but definitely with dinners, movies and the like. Boy Toy. Yes, I’m talking to you.
The Man. Now if you’re 26 to 37. You’re a MAN. You’re defined by now. You have a job. Your own apartment and your own car. I hope that it runs. The car. Younger guys are looking at you because you’re more mature and you don’t drink as much or party too much. Nevertheless, you’re still in the game. You’re still alive.
Oldie, but still goody. Slowly death creeps in. 38 to 45. You’re not too old to keep at home, but you’re not young enough to hang out all night. Your body starts making noises. Noises start to bother you. The gym is now Jim, the guy next door you’re ogling at. You had better have one of the other two to survive in the game.
Pops. Retired, 46 to 65. Yes. Time to go out of the game. Now you’re just too gray to look good, your gut is down to your knees and you’re starting to creep me out (I’m only 42, so yeah you’re even creeping me out.) Time to start thinking of where you want to retire within the next decade. Time to cash in those favors.
Pervert. Death. 66 and above. You’re retired. You have money take care of me or you’re not getting what’s between my legs. That’s what the neighbor think of you when you’re looking at his crotch and not at his face. This is the age where you don’t give a rat’s ass about what people think. This is the age you stare and stare and stare and,.. What are you starring at? Oh, yeah. You forget things. Where was I?
So, yes. Without youth, you have nothing. I’m heading there soon. Therefore, I need to marry now. Anyone out there wants a 42 year old to marry. I don’t want to end up being a Pop or an Old Man.
That’s the first requirement of a gay man in today’s culture. With youth you can be someones boy toy. You can have guys ogling after you, buying you drinks at the bar, where you’re probably not old enough yet. The Chicken Hawks are after you. The perverts are after you through facebook, and Craigslist. They hunt you down and devour you. Ahh. To be devoured. There’s something new.
Now for a truth. I know a guy (casually) and I am afraid for the boys that are at the places he goes. He always tells me that he’s going to the mall hunting. Not that he succeeds mind you. But the thought just kinda creeps me out. He’s in his fifties, about 6’3, bald so not to show how grey he is, big, big belly, crooked teeth, mustache and goatee. Kinda like a serial killer kind of look. That’s not all that’s creepy about him. He would go to the mall or anywhere there are kids and openly stare at them. Make remarks at how they look. You can see him wipe the dribble from his face as he stares at these guys. “The younger the better. Jeejeee.”