I manage a salon and am 54, and about a year ago hired an unassuming and eager young gay stylist.
It was a mistake and a really good facade he presented initially, he was loud, snooty, nasal and obnoxious and very opinionated. Some of his chairside conversation was about trans rights, him dating FTM, and general anathema to me and the great salon vibe I developed. He wasn’t particularly good looking, had a pot belly, and would show up to work looking like a scruffy club kid or gay club barback with glitter sneakers, and stains on his shirt and torn jeans. For awhile I tried to help him because I felt sorry for him and tried to lift him up (bad idea!)
I lived and was a club kid in NYC, and there were a lot of us like this in the 90’s- someone gave me a break long ago and I was trying to repay it.
He would daringly dress just outside the dress code, and quite by accident I found out he lied- and was 33, not 23 (he wears makeup). I also found out he had done porn, was likely hustling, and had promoted out his OnlyFan info to a few clients. When my boss and I called him out on this and trying to seduce another stylist with unwanted sexual advances, he was ambivalent, belligerent and unapologetic. If it had been me, I would’ve horribly embarrassed my boss finding out,
He had several scams knit together for a place to stay and promptly quit when everything fell apart and he was forced moved away. I’m glad because I would’ve had to fire him and it would’ve been really difficult to do so, working for a corporation that requires a lot of paperwork to do so. He also knew his way around a write up, and he tried to seduce me one night too, MARY!
What makes me feel old was the difference in attitude and perspective of this guy-
I remember being 33 as sort of my last hurrah as a gay man, the seven years until hitting 40 and turning FRIGGING INVISIBLE. I really enjoyed those seven years, I knew they were fleeting, and have a pretty good notion this guy has NO IDEA and is going to hit a brick wall when he loses his average looks.
I also resented that I never really got a shred of respect for helping him, when comparing myself and all the people I looked up to and respected when I was young.