I grew up in the most Gay friendly city of the 70's, San Francisco. We all have the same concerns, is my job secure, can I save up enough money for retirement, do I look fat in these jeans?īeing a middle aged gay man however, does have particularly quirky issues as well. I worry about the economy, my debt, my mortgage, the car, my partner, my three dogs, well you get the picture. I look at my straight friends and it seems as if we for the most part have the same trials and tribulations which life at the midway point brings for someone in America. I realize that most of what I am going to be writing about has to do with Middle Age and all that entails, being Gay is more of a side note. The one thing I know the most about is being a middle aged gay man in America living in the San Francisco Bay Area. Unlike Julie however, I decided to go on about something I know something about (as opposed to taking on French cooking). I have never blogged before, but after watching Julie and Julia I thought, what a great way to just let it all out and have the madness in my head fly about like a butterfly occasionally landing on some unsuspecting stranger's head.
#MIDDLE AGED GAY BARS BOSTON FREE#
That was one partner, one condo and three senior dogs and a good twenty five years ago.don't get me wrong it was great for when I was that age but now I'd go bonkers with so much free time and no structure. When I was younger I lived for the weekend! Weekends were free time with no plans and infinite possibilities. So you see this is kind of why Fridays are a bit of a mixed blessing. For me this entails running to about three different stores to get the things I need (Costco, Grocery Oulet Bargain Market, and Trader Joe's) peppered with a visit to the hardware store, a trip to the Laundry and whatever other errands need to get run before the week starts all over again. It is the end of the week, the two days you finally have all to yourself and you basically have only two options.Įither you made plans earlier and have something fun and exciting to do (but none of your mundane back to reality stuff gets done like the laundry, grocery shopping, pet grooming, etc.) or you spend the two days getting done everything which needs to get done and you didn't have time to do it during the week.
I have always had a mixed feeling about Fridays. Yes you say, 'have some backbone, don't go in' but I haven't seen Ian in a long time and he's a great friend. Obviously, that is not going to happen but nonetheless I'm not so happy about the whole idea. Now that I've made the Tofu pepper sauce stir fry and rice, its three o'clock and I want to stay home.
#MIDDLE AGED GAY BARS BOSTON PROFESSIONAL#
So I made arrangements to meet them after the fair thinking it would end around three o'clock but as it turns out it isn't over till six pm! In the meantime I'm cleaning house, making a late lunch for me and my partner, trying to eek out what I can with the few hours I have left of the weekend before my return to the chain gang that is my professional life. I celebrate the fact that we have the right to celebrate life, I just don't want to go to this one.
Sundays for me are not about hanging out with a bunch of drunk naked or half naked gay men. This is not a judgment call or a derision, simply stated its just not my thing. However, the SF gatherings are not so much the celebration of being support and having your family come out to spend the day with you and your friends and other gay men, but really they tend to be more of a big booze,drug and open sex-fest which is not really what I'm all about. So here's the rub.Despite growing up in SF (or possibly as a direct result of being the ONLY Native San Franciscan left in San Francisco), I've never wanted to go or have been to any of the huge Gay events like Gay Pride in SF and Folsom Street Fair or Dorey Alley.ĭon't get me wrong I support the Gay movement and have been to Gay Pride in Los Angeles, London, Brighton, etc. So naturally I have to meet him but the only day I can see him during the time he is here is Sunday, the actual day of the "Fair". OK so here I am on Sunday having forgotten that a good friend is in town for the "Dorey Alley" fair from Australia.