Bi men and aging

I have cancer. I had a large tumor in my neck disintegrate and it technically killed me twice; once because of respiratory failure and again because I'd bled out; the doctors had called my lady and told her I wasn't going to make it and they wanted to "pull the plug" on me but she said as long as I was still fighting to live, do not give up on me - and they didn't. I "awoke" two weeks later, meaning I was fully aware of things, and I knew that I had died, and you can't imagine how badly that shook me up. I'm trying to sleep one night, and I dream that a male nurse came into my room and had sex with me; he sucked me off, he fucked me, and even took more advantage by riding my dick until I busted again. I woke up covered in my own cum... and just when a female nurse came in to take my vitals, give me meds, and to turn me. I... liked the look on her face when she realized that I needed to be cleaned up and changed and she'd gone from being a woman to being a professional quickly and... I just smiled and shrugged in that, "What can I say?" kind of way.

I spent quite a bit of time masturbating because I was alive, and everything was still working, and I needed to have sex badly and that was important because it was another sign that I hadn't given up on living. So, yeah, I understand what you're saying because I'm the poster child for it and it gives great meaning to, "Do it while you still can..." because it can be over in the blink of an eye. I can't wait to be finished with the radiation/chemo combo I have coming up... so I can eat and fuck my lady stupid and to further thank her for not giving up on me.

 

KDaddy23: Your friends here-certainly-are truly glad that you put up a good FIGHT-and keep on fighting; the dreaded "Big C" is a frightening spectre we ALL fear-regardless of our sexuality or our skin color; those who DO win their battle are indeed people of great fortitude and strength; yours truly lost his best friend (who was indeed a brother to this fellow) to a rare type of blood cancer about 13 years ago------------he was a big strapping guy in his early 70's-and-despite a bypass about 27 years ago-was in great health; he hid his condition as long as he could-before telling his wife and kids; I did not know any of this until after he had passed; he instructed his wife not to say anything to this fellow-as he knew the news would be too hard-----I know through another friend (who I also worked with for years) that he really took a bad turn the last few weeks-------I STILL feel the loss today---------I know this guy REALLY put up a fight against his cancer-but-I guess that fight was not enough (look at how Alex Trebek so ferociously fought his pancreatic cancer-but-in the end-he-too-lost his battle); you-good friend-are a true FIGHTER and the fact that you aren't letting the "Big C" lick you shows just TOUGH you are inside-----and-how-despite the odds----you REFUSE to surrender! God bless you friend------------------

 

That's the whole point, isn't it? Do not go quietly into that good night? Really, we all will lose the battle eventually but, at least for me, it just means that if I can still do it, then let's do it before I'm no longer able to - and then to never, ever feel bad about what I do or what I've already done. Even before this event, I had decided that if there was something I hadn't done, I'd better do it before I can't do anything ever again... and, yeah, especially where having sex was concerned because I knew there would come a day when my ability and desire for sex could go into that good night and, well, that was incentive enough to get in all in while I can and to not let anything stop me because the last thing I wanted was to be on my death bed and feeling regret over that which I could have done but didn't do...

PS: My chemo treatments went well, and I start radiation on Monday and my doctor's prognosis is that I will do well in this, too, and that my cancer can and will be cured. I feel sorry for my lady when I'm done with all of this... and Lord help the first guy whose dick I can suck!

 

"He lost the battle-BUT-he put up ONE hell of a FIGHT!"; IF fate dictates that you "cash in your chips"-at least go out FIGHTING! Or-if you find yourself without the strength to fight any longer-at least say "farewell" with DIGNITY-----"dignity" is indeed a key word here------for-without dignity-we are nothing------------

 

I think I had brought up awhile ago the 90-plus long-distance (gay) friend (RIP) I had-who ended up relocating to a senior facility (he'd been a condo for years since his partner passed)-but-things were changing-and the "new crowd" residing there were not at all gay friendly-he was harrassed and taunted but was too afraid to report these cruel incidents-as he was afraid how the police could react (not knowing how "gay tolerant" they would be); how I wish I had been there to help support this elderly friend when he REALLY needed an understanding ally to be there-------ignorance-sadly-does NOT take a holiday------sad to say-------------

 

In this poor old fellow's case "growing old gracefully" was NOT in his cards; what possible pleasure can such clueless idiots get by harrasing an elderly guy on a walker----just because he's gay (or for ANY other reason)---------stupid fucking people-------------------

 

Some people can be so damn mean

 

You said it-----ignorance and hostility are like cancers that spread unchecked with each passing day; if only these jerks were on the "other end of the stick"-------------

 

If "elder abuse" (despicable) is often rife in senior/nursing facilities these days-one cannot help but wonder how elderly gay/bi fellows are treated-if one of the staff knows of their sexuality? Are they subject to worse abuse? Outing? This would indeed be especially difficult if said fellow is alone-----------

 

-----no fun getting older-that's one thing we ALL can agree on; and-as I had pointed out earlier-for a gay or bisexual fellow (especially if he is without a partner) the aging can be both lonely and quite uncertain; these days-I think that "society"-as a whole-thinks of all seniors as heterosexual-and has little thought of the needs of gay/bi seniors------ALL seniors are entitled to decent care and respect-regardless of sexual orientation------

 

While on the subject of aging-I just turned 67 today-----I cannot tell you how ECSTATIC this guy is to now being another year closer to the big "7-OH"! (YIKES!!!!!!!!!!)

 

Happy birthday, youngster!

 

"Youngster"?????? WOW!!! That was the BEST gift of the day for this "gray guy"!!!!!!!!!!Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

My old best friends wife broke the ice and put the notion in our heads, to take care of each other . Both wives have watch us blow each other which was encouragement to enjoy mutual fun. It was just for sexual satisfaction, nothing more. They are both retired and are away most of the time. I could never bring up the subject to anyone else. My wife hooked me up with an old gay friend who used to work with her in the rag business. I did it once, but felt too uncomfortable to really enjoy it. No real desire to search strangers

 

Do what you want------do WHO you want-and just "go with flow"------take situations at your OWN pace-take each new experience with an open outlook------------

 

-----ya gotta wonder about truly SENIOR guys (80-ish) who STILL do not need anypills or capsules in "rising to the occasion"(!!)

 

If you find some, let everyone know!

 

You got it friend! Picture a group of QUITE horny octogenerian fellows osculating-copulating-and fornicating-----REALLY getting it on----and perhaps with at least a few younger guys joining in!

 

Like a fine wine-----a lot of gay/bisexual guys indeed DO get better with age!

 

I also believe that we do get better with age. At nearly 75, I'm relatively fit and have a powerful sex drive. It may take a little longer to get things up and ready, but that's where wonderful foreplay comes in. I certainly don't have the hang ups that I did earlier in life and can purely enjoy a good sexual relationship. My only issue with being a senior bi is that it's more difficult to find a partner.