The Ageing Fag
FuelMix has noticed 3 things about fags and their attitudes towards an ageing fag:
First – Best ignored - either on the street, online or in the bar. Given the body-beautiful hedonism of “the lifestyle”, the ageing fag represents the Dickensian equivalent of the Ghost of Christmas Future. He is the grey, oddly shapen, average looking, shadowy spectre standing mournfully gazing longingly at the buff bods taking pride in ignoring him. If they do take notice, it’ll be to sling some trademark bitchy remark about him.
Frequently, the ageing fag doesn’t help his case, by being apologetic and self-effacing, almost asking for rejection. Neither he nor anyone else has properly formulated a concept of “Grey Pride”.
Second – Best exploited – on the street, online or in the bar. Buff bod may decide to taunt the ageing fag, or hustle him, for cash. Afterall, at that age, the only thing the ageing fag can ejaculate, is his wallet.
If it’s not for sex, it may be for some frou-frou “business venture”. The ageing fag has become the ATM – “Automated Troll Machine”.
Third – “Papparazzi –fied”. The ageing fag holds court in his home, his country cottage, or in his usual corner of the bar. He’s surrounded by a gaggle of doting, seemingly respectful fags, often much younger. There’s a smorgasbord of booze and canapés courtesy of his cash and credit card. Ageing fag gets to touch, feel and kiss. Younger fags organize themselves into harem barflies, buzzing around him, giggling for attention. Some of the smarter ones will pull on daddy fag’s connections, securing jobs, or accommodation.
They may even leave with a swag of pocket money with instructions to buy this or that clothing so that they’ll look pretty next time the fag holds court. He may dispense advice, or drugs. Of course, they’ll be back. They may even bring their friends with them. Having struck the daddy-lode, they ain’t gonna give up easily. They don’t know when they’ll next get fed or get high or get fired.
And of course, no harem would be complete without the politics. Slowly but surely, giggling fag will sweetly whisper what another member of the harem said about daddy and to whom. That launches a slow spiral of social incest. Daddy starts to draw favourites, freeze others out. Some poor fag goes home hungry, loses his job, gets his drug supply turned off, has to hustle to pay the rent.
First – Best ignored - either on the street, online or in the bar. Given the body-beautiful hedonism of “the lifestyle”, the ageing fag represents the Dickensian equivalent of the Ghost of Christmas Future. He is the grey, oddly shapen, average looking, shadowy spectre standing mournfully gazing longingly at the buff bods taking pride in ignoring him. If they do take notice, it’ll be to sling some trademark bitchy remark about him.
Frequently, the ageing fag doesn’t help his case, by being apologetic and self-effacing, almost asking for rejection. Neither he nor anyone else has properly formulated a concept of “Grey Pride”.
Second – Best exploited – on the street, online or in the bar. Buff bod may decide to taunt the ageing fag, or hustle him, for cash. Afterall, at that age, the only thing the ageing fag can ejaculate, is his wallet.
If it’s not for sex, it may be for some frou-frou “business venture”. The ageing fag has become the ATM – “Automated Troll Machine”.
Third – “Papparazzi –fied”. The ageing fag holds court in his home, his country cottage, or in his usual corner of the bar. He’s surrounded by a gaggle of doting, seemingly respectful fags, often much younger. There’s a smorgasbord of booze and canapés courtesy of his cash and credit card. Ageing fag gets to touch, feel and kiss. Younger fags organize themselves into harem barflies, buzzing around him, giggling for attention. Some of the smarter ones will pull on daddy fag’s connections, securing jobs, or accommodation.
They may even leave with a swag of pocket money with instructions to buy this or that clothing so that they’ll look pretty next time the fag holds court. He may dispense advice, or drugs. Of course, they’ll be back. They may even bring their friends with them. Having struck the daddy-lode, they ain’t gonna give up easily. They don’t know when they’ll next get fed or get high or get fired.
And of course, no harem would be complete without the politics. Slowly but surely, giggling fag will sweetly whisper what another member of the harem said about daddy and to whom. That launches a slow spiral of social incest. Daddy starts to draw favourites, freeze others out. Some poor fag goes home hungry, loses his job, gets his drug supply turned off, has to hustle to pay the rent.
The ageing fag manipulates, just as he is manipulated.
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That's been my experience. I won't say in which category.
ReplyDeletehehehe... I'm not much older than FuelMix. When we are really old, I hope we live somewhere in the same vicinity (although nearly a continent apart now).
ReplyDeleteOlder fags are actually some of the coolest people you will ever meet. And, being "gay" doesn't mean sexually fucking every warm body that talks with you. There are all kinds of other intercourse available - many more satisfying than the post-orgasm 30 second glow.