Is it really downhill after 40 ? Let's investigate the situation.
Looking back at my pics when I was thirty three or thirty four, I could not help to notice just how hot of a gay man I was back then. Fuck! I would have fucked me! It's amazing because when I was younger I often got complemented on how handsome I looked. I didn't think I looked bad but I just never really saw it until a decade later! Even now at 45 I get complements but I don't see it. Is this how it is? You don't really take advantage of what you got because you don't realize you got it until you look ten years in the future and say oh I had it all along? Imagine all the ass that has slipped through the cracks! (Take that pun anyway you like!) DAMN ! I'm not sure if that's a strike for or against life after 40. You judge.
Pro : I LOOK GOOD for my age.
Con : FOR MY AGE !
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not not one these aging queens that can't get a grip on change. I love change! It's just something that is very different that I have to get used to. Call me vain, but white hair on black skin?! That shit may work for Morgan Freeman but I AINT HAVIN' IT !
But on the other hand I don't want to be strung out on Miss Clairol, trying to get my fix like it was a crack addiction just for the sake of vanity.
Why does grey hair scare me so? I don't know! I think it's that it's so damn permanent! It just don't go away. My loving yet annoying friends call this my midlife crisis. I say "BULLSHIT!" I'm just aware that the Black underfed Santa Clause look just isn't me.
Pro : You can call me Daddy and NOW really mean it! That's right ! I'll be your papa if you be my boy! Damn straight!
Pro: I'm not in a hurry anymore. I realize I got all night. I've discovered something amazing; long deep strokes. Now, you know I'm gonna pound it! But I'm also going to stroke it. Ooh, ooh, ooh! is nice but sometimes you want to hear oooooooh, aaaaaaaaah!........ I'm just sayin'!
I think what it comes down to is being comfortable with who you are at any age. I talk about my glory days in my thirties because that's when I first started having a gay lifestyle. But I have some hot memories of today as well. Not to mention, It's REALLY good with my man of ten plus years. Life is what you make it. Don't ever limit it to a number.
Now go out to the store and get me some Miss Clairol, Damn it!