Middle aged gay men
Gay Men in Mid-Life: Now What?
You bought the condo. You got the career. You might even hold the boyfriend. You came out. You made friends. You saved for retirement.
You took the trip. You ate the food. You posted the photos.
And yet, you wonder: Is this all there is?
For many of us, these are the experiences of lgbtq+ men at midlife.
We expend the first half of our lives doing and striving. And when most of the goals are met, we feel missing and disappointed.
Everyone talks about getting, but no one talks about what happens after you get it. It doesn’t seem right to complain about having a lot.
If we dash away from this discomfort we may end up with too many hangovers, too much time on the internet, or too many disappointing hook ups.
Things get interesting if we stay curious about this uncomfortable experience of “blah”. Underneath the boredom or light depression is a rich world of feelings and a new vision waiting to be discovered.
For most men, the first half of life is about building a animation and building the society. The external takes most of our energy and commitment.
In the second half of life, men often start to pay more attention to the internal realm to figure out what i
Q: I am a gay dude in my overdue 50s and acquire never been in a relationship. I am so lonely, and the painful emptiness I touch is becoming absolutely unbearable. In my early 20s, I hooked up off and on, but it never developed into anything. I have always told myself that’s OK; I’m not a people person or a relationship gentle of guy. I have a scant lesbian friends but no male friends. I have social anxiety and can’t go to bars or clubs. When hookup apps were introduced, I used them infrequently. Now I go totally unnoticed or am quickly ghosted once I reveal my age. Most nonwork days, my only interactions are with people in the service industry. I am well groomed, employed, a homeowner, and always kind to people. I go to a therapist and get antidepressants. However, this painful loneliness, depression, aging, and feeling unnoticed seem to be getting the best of me. I cry often and would really like it all to end. Any advice? —Lonely Aging Gay
A: “In the very limited term, LAG needs to tell his therapist about the suicidal ideation,” said Michael Hobbes. “In the longer legal title, well, that’s going to take a bit more to unpack.”
Hobbes is a
Paul Simpson, Middle-aged lgbtq+ men, ageing and ageism: Over the rainbow?
Citation
Ward R (2017) Paul Simpson, Middle-aged gay men, ageing and ageism: Over the rainbow?. Review of: Middle-aged homosexual men, ageing and ageism: Over the rainbow?, by Paul Simpson, Basingstoke, Hampshire, Palgrave Macmillan, 2015, 264pp., ISBN 978-1-137-43523-1. Ageing and Society, 37 (4), pp. 875-877. https://doi.org/10.1017/S0144686X16001586
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Output Type: Book Review
Journal
Ageing and Society: Volume 37, Issue 4
| Status | Published |
|---|---|
| Publication date | 30/04/2017 |
| Publication date online | 28/02/2017 |
| Date standard by journal | 14/03/2016 |
| Publisher | Cambridge University Press |
| ISSN | 0144-686X |
| eISSN | 1469-1779 |
| Item discussed | Middle-aged lgbtq+ men, ageing and ageism: Over the rainbow?, by Paul Simpson, Basingstoke, Hampshire, Palgrave Macmillan, 2015, 264pp., ISBN 978-1-137-43523-1 |
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