Im mid 40s, divorced, got a teenager, have a serious professional job, I’m covered in tattoos and piercings (and still adding to the collection) have beard and am probably the sort of person that binners thinks is a bit sad. However I’ve been a freak since I was a teenager and I’m ******** if I’m going to become some beige wearing nobend just to make others feel all comfy in their worldview.
according to the younger ladies i know in their 20’s and 30’s I’m either hench and a silver fox or a scary looking serial killer. I’m happy with both i think
Im getting married to a rather delightful younger lady next year, so clearly not too invisible and bland yet.
I’ll be the old git looking like a convict version of santaclaus if I make into a ripe old age and i’ll still be as happy in my skin as I am now. If you are confident and happy in yourself, you’ll always be attractive to someone (even if not conventionally pretty/handsome/good looking)
I am however looking forward to getting to middle-rage, where I can shout at the telly, swear about the youth of today and get all flustered that everyone else is just clearly an idiot.
so in summary:
To others, I’m probably a desperate pathetic saddo who refuses to grow up/old/whatever the hell that is.
To me, I’m having a great time having survived drug addictions, suicide attempts and all sorts of carnage in my life, so every day is a wonderful bonus that should be celebrated in its fullest, wrinkly bits, grey hairs, random fluffy ears and all