6 Out in the Mountains December 1999 VOICES FROM THE MUIINTAINS by ion annletnn & car-Ins naliamura Love Across the Generations: a personal view This is a story with two per- spectives and two voices. This month we hear from Jon Appleton. Next month his part- ner, Carlos Nakamura, will share his views on the same subject. Jon’s Story: In the Western heterosexual I world that was my domain for 56 years, there is something slightly smutty about the romantic/sexual relationship between men and women of significantly different ages. I notice this less in the gay and lesbian community. Gay men are invariably young and body beautiful and older gay men are invisible. Lesbians usually seem so happy for other women when they are able to find a soul mate that age dif- ference seems insignificant. Since men remain fertile all 0 their lives (unless, like me, you were coerced into a vasectomy at age 32), and women tend to cease bearing children thirty years earlier, most cultures seem to accept, if not entirely approve of, the “older man.” Heterosexual women detest the notion of older man-younger woman because men seeking younger women tend to have control issues or at least want to be adored as they were as teenagers. Meanwhile, most older, heterosexual women have come to accept celibacy as a condition of “modern maturity.” Or they have come to realize that they do a better job themselves of relieving their sexual urges. My first wife, to whom I was married for thirteen years, was exactly my age. We mar- ried when we were sopho- mores in college. My second marriage lasted barely two years and my wife was five years my junior. My third mar- riage lasted fifieen years and my wife was six years younger than me. I could not be consid- ered a “cradle robber,” or as they say in Portuguese, papa anjo (angel eater). But my wives and other women I cov- eted more often than not had the physiognomies of young men. Unfortunately, they were incomplete for me. Nevertheless, it was I who felt?’ inadequate. It took a lot of growing up to realize that I could have a romantic relationship with a man. Until my first such rela- tionship, my sexual contact with men was frequent but always anonymous. This first ‘relationship’ came out of the blue, but I believe I was finally ready for it to happen. I was in Japan and a young man I saw often at my place of work asked to speak to me in private. In our meeting, he told me that he was attracted to older men -4"*\ a n d he was in love with me. I knew instantly that I wanted a romantic relationship with him. He was not anonymous. I knew him and I cared for him. I was touched and flattered and a felt like a teenager. He was twenty- senses. I was mature, wise, cir- cumspect and financially secure. He was young, attrac- tive, enthusiastic and deeply in love with me. What could be wrong with this picture? A year later, this relationship ended for reasons of cultural background, career paths, fam- ily situations (he had not come out to his family and I had to mine), and geographical loca- tion (he was posted to a remote town in Japan, quite far from Toky, where I lived). It is odd, but I must have expected this to happen, because I was only briefly sad in contrast to my intense feelings of abandon- ment when my high school girlfriend, with whom I had my first intense" sexual relation- ship, decided to split. He was twenty-two and I was fifty-six. He was young, attractive, enthusiastic and deeply in love with me. What could be wrong with this picture? two and I was fifty-six. He was the first man I ever kissed in a romantic fashion. Could my relationship with my young Japanese friend have ever been sustainable? What was there to sustain this rela- tionship besides the desire to be in each others arms? We clung to each other as to a life raft because facing the conse- quences of coming out was frightening. In that sense we needed each other. But I was fifty-six and he was twenty- two. What is a man to do? I was ashamed of what I was doing, not because I was gay, but because it seemed wrong to “take advantage” of such a young man. Subsequently, I have realized that we took advantage of each other, in both positive and negative Thus in September, 1998, I began a systematic search for a gay partner, having decided that I never again wanted a sex- ual relationship with a women. Finally, I was clear on this point, although it took some time to overcome the habit of looking at the “Women Seeking Men” personal adver- tisements. The Internet provid- ed me with the opportunity to meet Japanese men of all ages. I was uninterested in the older men, as disinterested as older American men are in me, because almost all of them at my age have given up. They have retired in mind and body. ' There were an extraordinary number of young men who were, frankly, seeking the fathers they never had. Not that they wanted to be financially supporte;, they merely wanted the approval and attention of an older man. Unfortunately, I had already been down that path. I was about to return to Vermont empty handed, so to speak. Then I met Carlos. He answered my advertisement on GayNet Japan, so of course, I assumed he was in Japan and that I would be able to meet him. This proved impossible, since he lived in Brazil, although he was of Japanese descent. In lieu of a date, we began a long correspondence. He met all of my expectations; he was intelligent, sensitive, interested in the arts, well edu- cated, and willing to relocate to Vermont. The one problem was his age; he was thirty-two. Now thirty-two isn’t twenty- two, but I worried about many of the same issues I’ve already mentioned. Until we met at Christmas. We decided to live together rather quickly, and since it has only been nine months since we met, I do not know how some of my concerns will play out. I still have some immedi- ate concerns. I will never be able to match his sexual ener- gy, and my minor health con- cerns will only accelerate in the future. Although I am lively at sixty, how lively will I be at seventy and beyond? And if one believes in :l»ong.-tenn/coma’ 3 mitments, is it fair to take these years of his life when death must do us part in twenty or more years? V Jon Appleton was born in V Hollywood. California in 1939 and has lived in Vermont since 1967. He is a composer and teacher. Carlos ’story will appear as part two of “Love Across the Generations” in the January, 2000 Voices From the Mountains column.