I am 'older gay'. I survived the '80s in more ways than one. I am a late August Virgo - which means I am a bit less of a perfectionist than a regular Virgo. I am a great dinner party and wedding reception guest. I am very good at gift giving. I trained in 'passive aggressive' at my Grandmother's knee - a skill I rarely need or use with any frequency these days, but in the '80s and '90s it was better than karate for self-defense. If the situation warranted it, (and for my own self-preservation) I could, within 30 seconds, emotionally annihilate an enemy and turn them into a puddle of their former self. Not necessarily a skill for one's resume. I just moved back to West Hollywood (from a hovel in Koreatown). Single (me), one bedroom (my apartment), guest parking passes (for the occasional late-night or overnight gentleman caller needing to park his car in my permit parking only neighborhood. I know a lot about a lot. I can cook with the best of them but I usually fuck up baking.

Depending upon your frame of reference and perspective -

For example, do you consider sexual relations between a man and a woman normal and natural? or as something off-putting and distasteful? Additionally the fact that your penis refuses to get an erection at the sight of a voluptuous naked woman proves that all is right in your world.

I was born into the later example.

People who fall into the first group might label many of my fantasies and much of my actual experimentation as exotic, kinky and or even perverted fantasies.

People born into the later group (myself included) would label them as 'another Tuesday evening'.