Let's go out for a glass of wine (or three) together and celebrate having made it far enough down life's road to be considered hags. ;-)

You know, there are few things in this world more irrelevant (in some people's minds) than gay men past our prime. Hell, I don't like the face that stares back at me from the mirror. Sometimes I don't even recognize that old man. But I don't feel any different from when I was 30.

Except for one thing.

I no longer feel pressure to look conventionally beautiful. I mean, I can't anyway without ending up looking like a vain old fool. I'm not going to be THAT old kween with an obvious dye job and overdone makeup. *shudder*

So I get to be just me, instead.

That's taken quite a bit of psychological adjusting, really. But there are benefits. Accepting who I am rather than fighting to be somebody different saves me endless hours at the gym, the hair salon, and even at fashion shops. 😂

Seriously.

If I'm cool with myself on the inside, do I have to struggle so hard to manipulate my external appearance?

At 30, my answer would have been hell yes. Now it's an emphatic hell no.

And hey, if I'm not obsessed about my weight, I can have that second glass of really excellent pinot grigio ... guilt free.

Want to join me? Hagship hath its privileges. :-)