Three days, five hours, 27 minutes, and 30 seconds until I am dead.
As a gay senior citizen in my last moments of being 35, I’ve accepted my gay visibility officially ends when I turn 36. I will be exchanging my fashionista gear for an invisibility cloak. I will climb under a rock and fully accept that no one will find me attractive or desirable again because I’ll be 36. I managed to creak my way through my early and mid-thirties; but as I get closer to 40, it’s time to accept that it’s over.
This article appears in Jan 6-12, 2011.