Middle aged gay
PSY - Psychology of Aging - Textbook
The Facts of Life in Aging Gay Men
Older gay men have the same desire for physical and emotional intimacy as do younger ones. As they age, however, they may be able to step off what one writer described as “the unconscious, relentless, mechanical treadmill of desire.”
They’re still active sexually. The pattern of sexual activity a man had in his youth tends to persist as he ages. In several surveys, as many as three quarters of gay men report being glad with their sexual life. In some studies over half of these men reported having sex at least once a week with a partner and this is in addition to the masturbating that most men also do.
They know more about what turns them on and are less self-conscious about asking for it. Having more free period, less stressful work lives, and more self-acceptance contribute to an enhanced sense of sexual possibilities.
The highly valued sexual experience tends to shift from the ride directly to orgasm to a fuller erotic life. Affection, cuddling and emotional closeness are increasi
What No One Tells You About Being A Middle-Aged Gay
Embracing aging as a gay man can be an overwhelming and liberating experience&#;
By Jumol Royes
Gay culture is youth obsessed. That’s not breaking news.
Yet not even the gay glitterati have figured out how to stop the biological clock and put a halt to the aging process.
I turned 40 recently and was forced to reckon with the great expectations this birthday is burdened with. After remembering that birthdays are simply temporal markers that we use to remind ourselves, and each other, that we’re still here taking up space, I got to thinking about all the things no one tells you about becoming a middle-aged gay man.
For starters, you don’t receive an email or mobile notification reminding you to transform your Grindr tags and tribes from twink, twunk or cub to bear, daddy or zaddy, for those of you with a little extra swagger in your step.
Planning to meet up for drinks with a guy from the dating app? Be prepared to possibly spend more money than you accounted for when you discover that you’re not only respons
It&#;s “Wow, you really got stout since the last time I saw you.”
Just before, I’d been in a good mood, walking from my office to the subway, planning my meal in my head. Most nights, even when I get home tardy, I try to cook, both because I enjoy cooking, and because delivery seems to possess doubled in cost (How is a Chipotle Burrito Bowl suddenly 40 bucks?) and because home-cooked food, I know, is excel for my body.
Here, in front of me, on the sunny sidewalk is a poet I know; he lives on the West Coast and I haven’t seen him in two or so years.
Since I last saw him, I have put on weight. I’m 41 now, and all through my 30s, the gym five times a week, eating decently and walking up and down the stairs to the subway granted me the type of body I never imagined for myself. It felt odd and complicated if only because it was my already bad and deteriorating mental health that pushed me into the gym to begin with.
Is he giving me a compliment? Does he like me like this? Thick? Is he being cruel?
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