In just a few short years, you too will be a bitter old queen writing articles about how to cope being in your 30s. There’s only 52 Saturday nights to be had in a year, and those goes shockingly quickly. But time marches on, and suddenly I was 30 before I knew it. When I was but a wee gay nipper myself back In the early 2000s I never thought 30 would happen.
It creeps up on you faster than you think. And here is my helpful tongue in cheek guide to traversing the minefield of being classed as over the hill by anyone who’s under 25.ġ. Shock horror younglings, gay men in their 30s do exist, I am one of them.
