these guys are young enough to be my son. which of course is a huge part of the appeal. I’m 44, the last one was 22. the one before that 24, another 24, and a 26 (though honestly…and isn’t this what it’s all about…at 26 he was getting a little old for me). and I end up hurting them all because they fall for me. because they’re still just kids! and I’m very well aware that these guys have daddy issues. so I in many ways feel like I’m taking advantage of them. but then I justify it… they came on to me first; they’re old enough to know what they want; guys these days are much more assertive than I ever was at their age. and they are. and I’m sure that it also has a lot to do with the sites I find them on…mostly scruff. and they’re all so much more s******* aware than I and most of my peers ever were at their age. these guys really know what they want, they’re not afraid to go after it, and it’s usually fucked up and fun. and I love that about them too. the dichotomy between the innocence of their age, and the maturity of their experience and desire. and when I’m the object of their desire…well goddamn it really makes me feel amazing. and my partner. jesus he’s so patient with me. he knows I need much more constant reassurance of my…what…looks, virility, body, s** appeal…youth? because for sure this is a midlife crisis. my mistake for thinking it was something I thought only straight guys experienced. f***. and I’m finding the idea of “hi, this is my husband. and this is my boyfriend”, very appealing. and I have just the next boyfriend in mind