Yeah that is not a typo, as in forty too. On July 14, 2009 I turn 42. For a long time now I have thought about writing an article/story/post about what it is like when a man turns 40. I guess it has taken a few years for it to sink in. Well, here I am at Forty-two!
My first throught is always, jeeze, when my Aunts & Uncles were 40 they were old. But we do live in a different time. I also think why didn’t these guys that turned 40 five, ten, twenty or so years ago tell me about some of the things that happen to a 40 year old? No, really, why didn’t they? Especially to a gay man, 40 is sometimes thought of as fatal but I don’t buy into that bullsh*t. What does happen, first and foremost to me, is we get thicker. Yeah, maybe fatter too but also thicker. My head is thicker. What is that all about? Even thin men are thicker, ask them. And hair starts growing where it never grew. And faster. Oh yeah, nose hair and ear hair is just sprouting like summer grass. Aches and pains and grunt noises when you get up after sitting for a while are all part of the ritual. And finally, a night out of “beveraging” usually takes one full day of recovery! Sigh.
Well I am embracing it! I used to say that when I moved west 9 years ago that in the time change I lost 3 years in addition to three hours. It never really stuck because too many people would call me out on it. Fine! Forty-two is twice twenty-one. I wouldn’t go back there. Forty-two has other great meanings as well. 42nd Street in New York City. In the X-Files, Mulder lived in Apartment 42. In the Hitcherhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, the number 42 is the Ultimate Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything. That’s not too shabby. Plus, many say that I have an answer for everything anyway so there is that. Go ahead, Google 42, it’s pretty cool.
I am okay with 42. And, if I ever need it, I will remember the waitress who carded me just this past weekend and said, “hey, I would have guessed 34“. Gosh Bless Her! This young man thanks her.