NickCole
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I haven't suggested you feel sorry for anybody. I've suggested empathy. I've suggested talking to, listening to, middle aged gay men who are sitting alone and eyeing you.That said, I do try and separate the wheat from the chaff. Some people strike me as being not interested in empathy so much as pity. There is a world of difference BTW. Just because someone feels sorry for themselves doesn't mean that everyone else is going to or should.
NickCole said:Chances are, when you hit middle-age you will be broadsided by what you discover has descended upon you, and that includes the way some 20-somethings behave towards you...
You're right that choices matter, and kudos to you for knowing that and taking responsibility for the direction of your life. I mean that. It's going to make a difference.I doubt it very much. I'd say it is much more likely that by the time I'm middle aged the only 20 year olds I'll be particularly obsessed with are my children. I have this crazy notion that I have some control over my destiny...choices matter. I'm in school, not out on the party circuit. I'm in a stable long term relationship, not chasing everything in pants.
However, that does not give you control over your destiny.
Life does not go the way we expect.
Whether or not that's how it "should" be, my point was the way it feels on the other side of those 40 year old eyes. Your apparent disinterest in knowing about that while denigrating their interest in younger men doesn't do a lot to support your claim of empathy.More to the point, if for some reason in middle aged I find myself trolling bars looking to men young enough to be my children for sexual favours, I fully expect that blunt rejection will be the norm, not the exception. IMO that is as it should be.
I never said anybody is obligated to provide sexual favors for anybody else. Ever.Respect, you will note, not sexual obligation. Their are currently only two surviving Canadian WWI vets. I may owe my freedom to them and possibly my very existence...It doesn't mean that I'm obliged to give them head if they want it.
I suggested talking for a few minutes.
And you seem to totally miss that it's a compliment when anyone looks at you with interest -- and that's a nice thing. It's your interpretation and arrogance (or fear) that turns it into something unpleasant. If you're not interested, say no thanks without qualification. Is that really such a burden?
Yes and I know what it is to tap the "Play" button of my answering machine expecting to hear my good friend Greg say, "wanna go out tonight" and hear instead, "I'm sick," then a week later stand senseless in his hospital room while the nurses unplug his machines, wondering what the hell killed a 22 year old who was healthy ten days ago. I know what it is to meet my friends at hospitals and memorial services, dead, six months after we'd met at clubs and thought we'd be friends the rest of our lives. I buried dozens of my friends. Think a minute, right now. Think of your friends. Every one of them, one by one; look through your address book. Then imagine all but two of them dead in the next few years. Think what kind of impact that might have when you reach middle age. Think what might be going through your mind as you look at 22 year olds thirty years after dozens of your friends died at that age. And you still miss them.As for the AIDS crisis, it's a legacy, yes legacy, that my generation was born into and deals with every day. Not a single day goes by when we don't think about it, talk about it, read about, learn about it. Don't presume to lecture me about the cost and consequences of HIV/AIDS. I have never know a time when it didn't exist, you did.
I don't want or need your pity or sympathy, and I don't know any middle aged gay man who does. Shit happens. We live through it. We make new friends; those of us who were lucky fell in love again. But you might have the sense to recognize that that living through that was devastating in a way you can't imagine. I'm sorry you don't know what it's like to be gay without AIDS looming over you; honestly I am because it was a wonderful time and I wish I could give you a few years of it. But it's a double edged sword. We were dancing in the middle of a party, just barely having liberated ourselves from the chains of discrimination, and without a moment's notice bombs came from all directions.
Frankly, I can't imagine being 22, having the opportunity to hear first-hand what it was like, and not asking but instead being defensive about middle aged men showing interest in me. But that's me. When I'm at a party with hot men and a Holocaust survivor, you'll find me with the old guy.
Anyway. After reading this thread and some others here the past several months, I thank God I'm not interested in going to gay bars anymore. I can only imagine how painful it is for middle aged guys to be met with attitudes like yours in this and your previous post. And it's a shame because the truth is gay men, all people, of different ages have a lot we can share with each other and we're all richer for it when we do.

