I've been "out and about" now for more than thirty years and it's worth mentioning that what took bravery and a real sense of risk at mid-life, give or take a few years, has quieted down in my late 70s. I live with other seniors in their own 70s, 80s and 90s and we converse about creaks and groans concomitant with these long life spans far more than any continuing interest in cobwebby enthusiasms of long ago.
For me, risk assessments concerning diabetic retinopathy, macular degeneration, glaucoma, and Alzheimer's are on my personal "hit parade" far more than any euphoric recall or wistful glances at much younger people of whatever persuasion.
Some of this is my own sense of self at work, some is colored by commonly perceived ageism between generations - and some derives from the paucity of supportive peer networks among LGBT+ seniors as new light is shown on relationships that now can lead to formal marriage vows.
I'm certainly thrilled to see the youngest among us shedding outmoded cultural caveats.
The religious conservatives who make far more noise than sense have had their fifteen minutes of fame. The brutes who torture and kill others both symbolically and literally will come to their just desserts in the fullness of time.
It's the folks in their middle years who may need some reminders that even Lambda Legal can only do so much for the full range of humankind that comes so reluctantly to this communitarian feast. There are still plenty of orcs and trolls and just plain churls who foolishly think they still rule the roost.
The price of liberty is still eternal vigilance.