Thank you!!! I am so over tired of little boys who think they are god’s gift to whatever. I know this is late and no one will probably ever see it, but…I rant, nonetheless.

Last night I went down to a local hangout. Had a couple beers, tried to talk to this guy sitting next to me. Oh no. I wasn’t a beautiful young trophy! One would have thought that I had announced that I had the black plague. I wasn’t asking to suck the young beautiful thing’s cock. I wasn’t asking him to undress for my titilation. I wasn’t asking him to bond with me. I just said hello, how’s it going.

The look of distain when I spoke to him was repulsive. Who in the hell do they think they are? Do they know me or who I am or what I’ve done? Do they think they’ll never age? I got up and left him, resisting the impulse to knock his smug little “i’m never going to age another day” ass off his high horse.

And you know what?

3 hours later, after I had had wonderful meaningful conversations with a lot of other people, he was still standing like a statue, unapproachable of course, in the corner.

Then, he sidled up next to me and tried to make small chit chat.

But, since his mind was so empty, there wasn’t anything upstairs running the chit-chat.

It was truly sad.

I don’t know whether he thought he was doing me a favor, bar was closing and I was the best thing left (in his estimation), he was desperate, or he was hoping to score some money with a trick. He really couldn’t elucidate a coherent thought. So when I got up to leave, he actually said he was insulted!

Insulted! I left his royal presence.

I laughed at him and told him: “When you’re grown up and over 40, you will look back on these days and regret them for what you are–a pathetic and tragic queen.”

He had a vacant stare as he sat on his stool in the emptying bar as I turned and left.

Maybe he scored a troll in the alley, but I would like to think he went home lonely and hopefully learning a lesson.

So happy to see such an immediate response! LOVE your web site. Yeah, we’ve all been through that and we were all young and beautiful once. But in those days, we got an education and could at least talk and have an intelligent conversation with someone. Amazing. What are they feeding these children these days?

You took the words right out of my mouth. A puddle of piss.

I’m reading “Secret Historian” now about the amazing life of Samuel Steward. He lived through an amazing era of gay culture, and was indeed a trendsetter in who we all became. The life he led, the uninhibited sexual identity that he demanded (in the face of prosecution of 40′s and 50′s era hysteria in the US), is a beacon that we should all aspire to.

Be that as it may. I love a good looking young thing and have had my fun with them (even after I was a good looking young thing). But I also appreciate male beauty in all its forms, be it 18 or 78. It is all mysterious and wonderful, and each and every person brings his own wonder to that. The ads of “18-25 only!” make me sick. What happens when the boy of their dreams is 26? Don’t apply?

Relax guys. It’s a big wonderful world out there and you are not the first. 26, 36, 46 and 56 is still pretty hot.