My Biological Clock

In less than 24 hours, I will turn 33 years of age. Or according to Woods, entering my 34th year of existence. Either way, I am looking forward to my new year of life and what lies ahead. While most gay men in their thirties begin to freak out at the thought of getting older, I do not. I have never been one to be on the search for the fountain of youth. I remember being in my mid-twenties and hating it. I felt there was too much naive and irrational behaviour. And for much younger folk, that is used as an excuse. It never suited me to be that way so I was constantly looking towards the future. As time goes on, I know that I will only gain maturity, and I also know that no matter how old I am, I will always have my spirit - which in fact is that of a child. That is what I value most. So here's to my big 33. Welcome!