A gay male top in his fifties complete profile:
19 and slim is nice
Another by one in his forties:
looking for 18 years you have no rights .total slut pain slave
I know that yearning. There was an attractive young waif in my store the other day. Ah to be … again.
I write as someone whose last two lovers were over twenty years his junior. Sure that was nice, no reason to lie about it. Their comparative youth made me nervous at first. Turning into a pathetic old chickenhawk isn’t on my list of aspirations.
These older gay masters are fantastically delusional. If you’ve reached that age without being able to distinguish which of your wants are plausible you have doomed yourself to a life of frustration.
Not being able to enjoy someone near your own age leaves you an erotic cripple. You doom yourself to a solitary old age.
Honestly I can’t claim to feel compassion for them. Profiles like that evoke only contempt.
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In todays world, I honestly see nothing wrong wit this at all. In a society where its not so uncommon for 75 year old men to date and marry 18 year old women, why should it shock anyone.
The truth is as I get older, I am likely to be one of those guys. I know I am only 29 (nearly 30) however I can honestly say I have never gotten into a relationship with anyone over the age of 20 (usually 17 as is legal age of consent in NY).
Some of my relationships have lasted a long time and thus the girl was well in her 20’s when we broke up, but they never start out that old. There is just something about young girls, perfect skin, perky breasts, and their open minded attitude. It seems as women get older (actually all people) they get more set in their ways and less open minded.
However those profiles you posted, remind me of someone looking for a doormat/bobble head submissive
There’s nothing wrong with significant age difference in relationships as long as the youth isn’t merely mercenary and the elder genuinely interested in the other person.
But for someone in their fifties to only be attracted to teenagers usually makes for misery.
I would definitely agree with that statement
Ah, then there is the other side of the coin… I celebrated my 40th only a few days ago. I toasted to a happy life and the 40 previous years among friends… But something kept catching the eye of one of my companions- a young fellow who passed by, waiting tables. You could see the consideration there, as he politely browsed and yet kept his thoughts to himself. I was once that young man. Ah, to catch a 50-something’s eye again, bring that spark to it… Now THAT aches.