A lot of people say I don’t. I have kind of a corny and crude sense of humor, my second favorite singer is young enough to be my son, I refuse to wear Mom Jeans, and oh yeah, I write gay romance. Erotic gay romance.  And I for one think there’s not a thing juvenile about that.

We were talking about age earlier on my Yahoo group. Okay, I was talking about it and making everyone else listen *g* A couple of the group members are age fifty and up, and one mentioned that she is usually the oldest member of groups who are fans of gay romance. That really made me stop and think for a minute. I see the same lopsided bell curve she does in the online gay romance communities — A few barely-adults, a swell of people in their twenties and thirties, a downslope of folks in their forties, and a trickle of those fifty and up. Why is that? Is it just that people upwards of fifty are so busy with their lives these days that they don’t care to spend time online? Are they unaware of the groups out there? I’d be more inclined to believe those explanations than to believe that people over forty-nine aren’t interested in gay romance, because I’ve not found that to be the case at all. I know for a fact that all sorts of people of all ages read and enjoy romance of all sorts, and I think that’s a beautiful thing.

So do I act my age? I don’t know. What does that mean? If there’s some sort of universally accepted code of conduct for women in their forties, I never got the memo. IMHO, our thoughts, feelings, ideas and beliefs, are unique to ourselves no matter how young or old we are. And in that case, acting your age simply means being who you are. I think I can do that