Who is the oldest Eldergay here?

About fifteen years ago there was a guy here who claimed he was in his late nineties (97 if I recall). People doubted it, but some of his posts seemed convincing.

Nobody claims to be the eldest Eldergay?

I just blew out 110 candles last month.

Or was it 110 young guys ?

I can't remember.

oldest eldergay or oldest LOOKING eldergay

I’m 117 but I still get carded at The Abbey!

I am 71 and most days feel like the oldest person in the world.

R5, you should move to Florida. You'll still be young, [italic]and[/italic] a catch to boot!

I am in Florida. Still old and can't be bothered to get caught.

Kisses, R7!

Absolutely NOT offended!

71 is the median age on Datalounge.

You think half of them are younger than 71, R10?

I’m a hundred and eleven!

[quote] I’m a hundred and eleven!

Eleventy!

[quote] You think half of them are younger than 71,

There’s a poster here who is 163. He brings the average up but we hope not for long!

I'm actually 71. Reading the threads here I wouldn't be surprised if this was close to the average age.

I’m 71 also. But I look so young, Austin Wolf offered to rape me.

I was 71, too.

A while ago.

I'm age 62; in gay years, I'm 80.

I'm 64 and I like to jump and stretch and kick!

Sometimes the notoriety of the number is all you have.

66 going on 67

But my dog is 15.

For today, I will play oldest at 89 years fucking YOUNG and my name will be Betty and I will disapprove of every thing you do, say, or think.

The shared music clips and porn legends make me think the average should be about 65. You’re old enough to get the Led out while dabbling in punk and New Wave. The porn legends were beefier which made them look “healthier”.

My first "boyfriend" (read groomer/abuser) would be 109 now.

But he's lonnnnng underground.

Well, datalounge- I just turned 64 years this week and I'm taking the summer off from work and stuff.

It's the "Summer of Phillywhore" again& the beach is calling me. I might get married again!!

R18- I'm 60- and it feels like I am older. I am not noticed anymore- not that I drove them wild before. If I was alone that might sadden me. But I am married, still raising kids, and working more than full time. I wish I could sit on age and watch. Maybe at 70 which I hear in the gay world is the new 25.

[quote] still raising kids

Ewwwww.

I just turned 100 the other day !

77 here

As Betty, I’d like you to know your parents were much more interesting than you.

Sure, their socks rolled down to their ankles whenever they ate too much salt.

Sure, your dad hacked off the legs of worn polyester work pants to mow the lawn and embarrass you.

Sure, each parent thought it was they who brought syphilis into the relationship!

And, now there’s you. Probably with tax questions for a qualified professional….. losers

Personally, I'm younger than springtime and twice as exciting.

I was molested by Plato.

Mickey Mouse's dog bothered you?

I was one of Socrates boytoys. He told me I was the hottest lay he ever had

I’m 42!

Not me. I'm only 34.

To all of you who are facing the advances of age, I urge you to appreciate what happened to my old alcoholic mother. Stop drink booze. An occasional glass of wine is fine. But no more booze. Why? Because it will absolutely ruin your mobility. Joint pain, arthritis, all kinds of shit. It would be the single most important thing you can do for your health. And start exercising. Even if it's just walking. Adopt an Anti Inflammatory diet. Healthy aging is possible. If you want an incentive, go to the local nursing home and do a site visit. Lie and t ell them you are looking for a place for your Mom. It is the most depressing thing in the world. All these vegetative elders in wheel chairs with last week's menu smeared in dried chunks all over their clothes which rarely get change. And NO ONE comes to visit.

[quote]still raising kids

And then lowering them back down again, slow like?

Damn, R36 -- what a scold!

Do you yell at clouds, too?

I'm 64 and still working everyday in a high stress executive environment. However, the minute I become infirm or cant work anymore or end up in some hospital on life support, I've got a dozen proxies arranged to pull the plug and drive a stake through my heart. No way will I be a burden or lay in some bed for years in a coma. I'll shoot myself first if I can. They all know how I feel. I live in NYC and I see these bent over old people with their walkers going to the grocery store, I'd rather be dead. There's an old man in my building that's 95 and looks like a walking corpse. His eyes all sunken, bent over almost to the ground. If I get like that please kill me fast.

OP: I’m 63 and thank you for the Gottfried von Cramm reference- it made my day.

R5 Florida's "Sunshine State" license plate should be "God's Waiting Room."

While a group of us sat in a booth at the Red Bull (old dead gay bar in St. Louis Central West End) one Friday night, a friend, channeling his inner Uta Hagen, spoke one of Martha's speeches from "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?") and we hear a laugh from a booth behind ours. Edward Albee was sitting there.

On Monday morning, an unpleasant gay classmate announced that he had sex with Edward Albee on Saturday night.

I'm right up there with Adam, pushing into my nine-hundred-thirtieth year.

R39, My mother is 78, she has health problems, but she is mobile. She is slightly overweight...which is good. And she exercises every day and tries very hard to eat healthy. She still drives. Enjoys going to brunch and volunteers at the Art Museum. She loves to read and can hold her own in any conversation. No one believes she is 78. She has a very youthful outlook. My point is there are things you can do right now so you can live your best life and stay reasonably healthy for a while. I definitely agree that when your quality of life is no good why hang around, but You can enjoy life well into your 80's unless you have a medical condition that makes that impossible.

I’m 72 and still the coolest guy I know. Might I add I have no friends?

I’ll be 60 on Monday. This is the first birthday that has bothered me to any extent. I’m lucky to still have both of my parents, 85 and 81. It’s hard to wrap my head around the concept of being old. I barely feel like an adult, let alone a senior citizen.

R46, I don't think about "getting old." I think as long as you reman intellectually curious and keep up with things, have an open mind and focus on something other than yourself you're fine.

I was age two when Ma Barker died.

George Takei and George Chakiris, where are you?

I'm 33.

I’m 68.

My husband, some hotshot, HERE'S his ancient Québecois secret, CURVOISIER COGNAG .

He's 69 (looks 49) and can't stop. Lawyer. Politician. Promised to quit in January but is still at it.

We sold the condo and now rent a little place in the city. A pied à terre in a seniors' complex, put all that money in the country house in Ste Agathe. i retired last year.

can he retire? so many fucking excuses.

He's worth it though. so handsome. so loving

he married me

[quote] I'm 33. —CZJ (Oscar and Tony Winner)

So which one is it, CZJ at R50, 33 or 34 as you claimed at R35?

Datalounge rule #33-Catherine Zeta-Jones is always referred to as being 33.

Read your manual people.

If anybody on here is over 80 I’m curious what life used to be like. Please tell us

Well.....there weren't no intranets back then. And a camera was a camera, and a phone was a phone. And with the camera, you had this roll of somethin' called film, and you had to take it to the drug store to get developed. And then, mebbe three, four days., mebbe a week, and you could see the pictures. Actually hold the actual picture in your hand! And the phone stayed home. On the wall usually. It had a long curly cord attached to it and sometimes there was another phone in another room, but this was called an extension. And there was no computers. None. And the TV sets were pretty big and bulky. But not the screen. Hell, we thought 26 inches was big for a TV. Some people had them little 12 inch ones. We could go to the Blockbuster video store and rent movies but they were on tapes. That's about all I can remember for now...

[Quote] I was one of Socrates boytoys. He told me I was the hottest lay he ever had

No, no — he asked you who the hottest lay he ever had was ….

r55, I'm well under 80, but I can remember a time when there was no internet, and gay men had to meet each other face to face before they would agree to sex. Lots of time was spent walking through public parks, known to be places where gay men might be hanging about. We were much slimmer in those days. MUCH slimmer. A lot of sexual activity, especially in the simplest varieties, was accomplished in public, often standing up, or perhaps seated on a park bench. People also met one another in bars and usually talked for 1/2 hour or so, before moving on to a tryst in someone's apartment.

Good times. I cannot feel that the current system is an improvement in any sense of the word, other than speed or convenience of location.

How many of you fight with stairs? Is it wise to buy a house with stairs at age 60? Or do you have to leave it 15 years later?

Growing old. What a strange thing to happen to a little boy.

I remember when people used to quit smoking and then they'd gain weight.

I remember when people used to quit smoking and then they'd smell better.

It must be nice to be perfect.

R48 I had to look that up and OMG it’s true…!

R55, There were these huge stores with lots and lots of books. Wall to wall books. They were called "book stores" and people used to line up to buy books. Books. And they read them.

R24 - Phillywhore at the Jersey Shore? (sorry, had to do it)

I turned 69 this year. I'm starting to look it.

who wants to adopt me?

I remember when they bombed Pearl Harbor.

I will be 75 in August.

The best thing about being older is being able to whistle while you brush your teeth.

I was at the opening night of "Follies."

I stopped aging when I was 49 and that was 25 years ago.

The night before my 50th birthday I boarded a Qantas 747 in Los Angeles, had a nice dinner onboard and a surprisingly restful snooze in the first lie-flat bed on a plane I’d ever slept in and woke up the day after my birthday in Melbourne: I lost the day somewhere over the Pacific. If I didn’t have a 50th birthday so how could I have a 51st?

It wasn’t planned that way. It just happened to be the day American Airlines had free award tickets for QF in First Class.

Brilliant R61!

R58, well, for one, you can meet a guy in public without being arrested for on a "morals charge"

R70 I was at the tryouts for Follies before it went to New York.

r74 Are you a Sally or a Phyllis?

What's Follies-is that like ice skating?

So Dustin is the chief of the eldergay tribe. That's kind of hot. Dustin for some reason now I want to do you.

R75 Nah, I’m a Roscoe. Inevitably.

[italic]Faced with these Loreleis, what man can moralize?[/italic]

I’m old, hackneyed, and whether it’s good times or bum times, I’m still here.

I let Magnus Hirschfeld fuck me when I was about 20.

[quote] Datalounge rule #33-Catherine Zeta-Jones is always referred to as being 33.

Same as Jesus.

I will be 70 July 9. My gentleman callers guess my age at an average of 38. They say my poosie is vibrant as a 20 y.o..

[quote]Datalounge rule #33-Catherine Zeta-Jones is always referred to as being 33.

And has been for 33 years. At least it feels that way.

Magnus Hirschfeld was a bottom R79. I would know.

[quote]So Dustin is the chief of the eldergay tribe.

How was I so lucky to be elevated to chief status? Do I get to wear a feathered headdress?

R84 yes because you have been the oldest one so far with a name attached to the stated age. Unless Philly Whore, Snoop Philly, Tea Cup, or any of the other regulars says they're older than you.

Ah! I understand. Okay, I'll accept the honor until someone older comes along.

At least you get a feathered hat. All I got were two sore ears and a disappointing amount of jizz.

[quote] Magnus Hirschfeld was a bottom [R79]. I would know.

But I wanted it SO badly, R83, that he gave in.

i tried to write a soap opera

the main character was named Deidre Hammond Roscoe.

[quote]Personally, I'm younger than springtime and twice as exciting.

Well, you're definitely gayer than laughter.

[quote]How was I so lucky to be elevated to chief status? Do I get to wear a feathered headdress?

Get a feathered hat for the geezer!

I remember the Maine.

I remember The Alamo

I remember Mrs. Norman Maine.

I just turned 63.

*

I’m not older than some of you at 74, but I’ve been married to one man longer than anyone I’ve read about here.

Next week we’ll celebrate our 45th anniversary on the Fourth of July, 21 of those years legally married under the laws of Massachusetts and 10 of them under the law of the United States. No doubt there have been longer-lasting same sex relationships but they weren’t getting the legal protections nor the spousal benefits afforded to us.

The first gay couple to marry in MA got a divorce five years later. It’s not for everyone but I’m glad we did it.

Is the long-term DL poster, New Yorker, tennis fan, Barbra Streisand aficionado, and world-class "1970s gay New York" gossip known as "charlie" still with us? I always enjoyed his posts. I know he had a love-hate relationship with DL (more hate, to be honest), so he may have left this board years ago.

*charlie had his share of "trolls" here, so it's possible he no longer signs his post. Either way, be well, charlie!

Congrats R97, 21 years and going here.

Mazel tov, R100. Many, many more.

I actually enjoy becoming an Eldergay. Yes you shake the fist at the sky and want those kids off the lawn occasionally but I like the wisdom and equanimity and financial freedom that comes with it. I am lucky though that I don’t have serious health issues (yet).

Congratulations R97!

R102 Seconded, especially the financial freedom. And having good insurance - not, let’s say, through United Healthcare - can help to remedy the physical pains and problems that accompany us through this vale of tears.

Thank you Dustin.

You’re keeping the feathered headdress, though.

I'm old enough to detest the seemingly unanimous and ubiquitous use of the epithet "queer" to represent all gay men and lesbians.

LOVE the posters known as Dustin and charlie

Did you bitch and moan about Queer Nation back in the day?

“It’s a queer world, sir, and I’ve never had good luck in it.”

Charles Dickens

^Great Expectations

If we’re supposed to embrace Queer we might as well add Faggot because they were equally mean and spiteful when I was a kid.

People use "gay" in a spiteful way (That's so gay!)...are you going to complain about that, too?

I'm 68, but I look 38.

[quote]It’s a queer world,

Soon to be a new ride at Dataloungeland

[quote]If we’re supposed to embrace Queer we might as well add Faggot because they were equally mean and spiteful when I was a kid.

You're not a kid anymore Kiddo, and I don't think you'll ever be a kid again.

63 and a few mos.

I'll be 73 in September.

Recently turned 62, which is frankly absurd. Sixty was the only birthday that actually stunned me, full-on existential side-eye. Ever since, I’ve started losing track of how old I actually am. I have to do the math.

For whoever asked about managing stairs…

I’m 68. Been living in a third-floor walkup for eight years. It’s not bad. Occasional knee trouble. But I manage it fine.

The only drag is grocery shopping and hauling clothes to the laundromat. It came as a surprise that carrying something heavy upstairs is easier than downstairs.

For the gaylings, here are a few oddities I recall from years ago…

> When I was a kid, our family car had no seatbelts. But it did have ashtrays. Six of them. Two of them were always full, the ones most accessible to the driver.

> When we went somewhere by plane, friends or family members could accompany us directly to the gate. No regular security procedures. And they could meet us right at the gate when we returned.

> Airplanes had smoking sections. That lasted into my early 30s. There was no barrier between the smoking and non-smoking sections.

> It was the same with restaurants. When you entered, the host would ask, “Smoking or non-smoking?”

> When I came out, men didn’t ask if you were top or bottom. It was “active” or “passive.” More specifically, Greek active or Greek passive. (“French” was oral.)

> In that era, I met many guys who kept a tub of Crisco on their nightstands. First time I saw that, I was slightly confused. (In case you’re even too young to know what Crisco is, I’ll attach a pic.)

I'm 40 but feel 80!

I asked, R119. I am 62 and in good shape (they say I look like 36) and I am thinking about buying a cute little house in SF. The problem js that it comes with LOTS of stairs, from the street level the first floor and within. Not sure if this is a wise move and if I can navigate this with 80, which is -gasp - in 18 years.

R121, if you’re reasonably healthy and reasonably active now, I wouldn’t dwell on how you might be at age 80. The challenge is none of this is predictable.

Plus, if you can afford to buy a house in SF, then when the time comes, you should be able to afford to install one of those contraptions like beautiful Inger Steven’s had for her mother-in-law (on the Farmer’s Daughter; I adored that show - speaking of old!).

Stevens. Inger Stevens.

Hi Long did you smoke Lark, R119.

I have an older cousin. He was attractive and active and doing fine at 78. He had a healthy diet. Enjoyed an occasional drink, and went to the gym two or three times a week, and walked his dog twice a day. Good long walks. If you were taking bets you'd have to say he was a fine example of healthy aging. Then, on his 80th birthday, he was diagnosed with a blood cancer. The treatment caused him to lose a significant amount of weight. He literally aged before our eyes, and grew weak. He also developed a serious heart condition. He is hanging on and will soon be 82. My point is, tomorrow is not promised. Live your best life and take good care of yourself.

Boy toy is 71 and I'm 83. I have no physical issues. So, I walk, run, or swim daily.

You can rebuild your muscles, so stairs are not a problem.

Wow 126, I think you are in the lead.

Ewww. You go to the Abbey, R4?

I want Dustin to have a dog headed cane, shake it and yell, "ANUBIS!" at people.

I’m 75, but my relatively new pussy is only 8 years old.

I am!

R129 - How about Nephthys, goddess of death, decay, and darkness but also a magician with great healing powers. A dear friend (now deceased) lent me a cane when I broke my hip a few years back.

I can bore you with being old and connections to what's older. That's one way to provide evidence of my age.

I was close to my German great-grandmother who was born in 1876 (into my adulthood)

Großmutter Rohde assured me that men could never land on the moon because heaven is up there and that the world would end before the year 2000. When we'd go to the country she'd warn us about bears and wolves.

"Ja, eintausend. Nein, zweitausend."

On the train west from Ellis Island her children were given bananas as a treat by sympathetic passengers. Anna, Karl, Heinrich, Friedrich und Gustav had never seen bananas before and bit into the skin. They threw them out the window, cursing the cruel Americans.

On the Appalachian/Ozark side of the family, I grew up with stories witchy women neighbors who sold hexes, my great grandmother crying to remember her brother killed on a bridge in the Civil War, and an ancestor who was kidnapped with her baby and a Dutch servant girl by Indians in North Carolina, and how they escaped and were lost for days and the girl, hysterical and delirious, kept saying they had to eat the baby to live. Searchers found my ancestor unconscious with no trace of the Dutch girl or the baby.

I remember meeting a cousin and her husband, born in 1876 and 1874, in a cabin deep in the woods. And then I fell down the steps in their root cellar. We'd walk three miles each way to the general store for the mail on a private dirt road, I attended a one-room school house with my cousins (an even longer walk than to the store/P.O.) and remember the young teacher sit on her desk swing her leg and talk about how much she liked Elvis.

Some people still used oil lamps and talked about when electricity came through. No one had telephones. The one at the store was like the one in "Petticoat Junction." Everyone had ice-cold well water, hauled up in long canisters. No indoor plumbing - the walk to the outhouse at night was my sisters' nightmare.

And one time - truth here - there was a feud going on and one day on the way to get the mail we were shot at from the woods. We four kids ran as the shots bounced off the road. The dog was hit and ran into a cane field and we never saw him again. That fall my uncle was shot in the stomach and things quieted down.

Now, would you like some home-cranked ice cream? I added some of last year's paw paws we put up. Then you'd better get ready for bed. You look tired, for some reason.

I’m old enough to use Ozium in the toilet room and Rouge 540 in the bedroom. This is a stinky body and I still keep covid distance.

On the plus side, if anyone fucks with me in the inner city area, I have an ostomy bag of shit that I will smear win, lose, or draw. It’s comforting.

Which city?

I'm deceased but often mistaken for moribund by my 25yo lover.

Get a room R6 and R7