Lessons of my 55th B’day
Yesterday was my 55th Birthday. Oh, I had fun enough.
But I want to make this clear to gay guys who read this blog and straight folks as well:
I’m from a generation that was harassed, chastised, harangued – illegal, scorned, despised – oh the list of negative adjectives can almost be expanded exponentially.
I’m not bitter, or upset, or somehow felt I missed out – I had a great life.
Yesterday was my 55th B’day –
and what I realized is that virtually any gay man over 40-50 went through what I did. Oh, I was lucky – for my family and 90% of my co-workers were fine with me. But I know too many who were not as lucky – yet not a one is bitter or upset or a typically aggrieved minority in this nation – seeking government handouts.
I have for decades always viewed my gay activism as for the youth: for those gay men younger than myself.
Oh, I did a lot – I’m thinking of writing a memoir – virtually none of which has to do with lobbying or radical or militant or whatever other word any of us are called.
Oh, it will take a book to express what I mean – it’ll have to wait – one is in progress.
Ah, the differences we older gay men have wrought in the face of heterosexuals.
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