birthday

on turning thirty fucking six

In a couple of hours, I will turn thirty-six years old.

It’s not an especially significant birthday but I keep looking at the number in disbelief. Thirty-six-year-olds are not old but they (we!) are not young either. Where did the time go? What’s crazy is I’m now old enough that looking at younger people’s antics (the Gen-Z gays and dolls love to add me …