Being a Geezer QUEER at the age of 62, I'm qualified to talk. When I was finding my way in the QUEER community, we were limited in opportunities and all of them involved meeting face to face. My first man said, 'sexy comes in all shapes/sizes/colors/ages' and I still live by hose words today. I spent the night of my 18th birthday at the baths and my SLUT gene kicked in, in overdrive. That night, I did the rainbow and left there spent but satisfied and with the unquenchable hunger for more. No cellphones, no apps, just a wide variety of men, looking for the full spectrum of sexual pleasures, even some I'd only later become familiar with as I embraced my kinky side, expanding my sexual horizons. Granted, things were less complicated, before the 'plague', but for me, I made the conscious decision to remain a strict barebacker. I met some of the most amazing men and with today's options, I might've missed out on some wonderful sex. Yes, back then, guys were picky, but I'm speaking from my personal experience.