Very soon I will turn 65 and be eligible for Medicare. It's amazing how quickly time passes. It seems like yesterday that I was trying to skip out of school and do things I enjoy more. With the exception that I now want to skip work, it still seems the same to me - there is never enough time, money, or energy to do all the things one wants to do.
In the past, I wouldn't think twice of taking on a strenuous task. For example, it took the efforts of 3 men (including me) to get my entertainment center up my staircase. Today, I realize that I will either smash the thing to bits to get it out of my apartment, or that someone will hire some strong men to get it out of my place. I will not risk my health to get this piece of oversized furniture out of my apartment.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that I should start seriously thinking of getting old. How far do I want to continue along my path towards femininity? Romance will limit my progress on that path. And this might be OK, as there are few old age homes that specialize in the needs of the LGBT community.
Do I fear getting old? No. But I fear getting decrepit. As a result, I will be walking a lot as the weather gets warmer. Keep your fingers crossed for me....
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