I was thinking the other day about what it felt like to be young and gay. While I know at 35 years old, I’m still “young,” I’m certainly not 18 years old anymore. There was an innocence, excitement and curiosity that just can’t be matched.
Whenever possible, I try to have Monday date nights with myself, as I seem to have free time on that day more than any other. I typically take myself to another part of town, listen to relaxing music, and either take a long walk, sit in a cafe with tea, catch a movie, or just drive around.