What gives?

Here's the deal: We all know you got some last night, and no amount of clean up is going to convince us otherwise, so you might as well just own that shit. At least until you're a big enough pimp to hire your own glam squad.

Sure, we're all busy getting our s**t together and finding what works for us, but let me just say this: What happened to the damn magic?

Perhaps this aversion to vulnerability boils down to a fear of failure. Maybe we are afraid of getting entangled in emotions over which we cannot guarantee control.

After years of stereotypical depictions of intergenerational relationships in TV, porn and movies, it's increasingly clear that our community would do well to shed these hang-ups. We may well be strong, capable and sexual, but without desirable older role models, without a positive, normal vision of what an older gay man can be, we're stunted.