I think my first AARP junk mail came the day after my 50th birthday. And I promptly threw it away.
Being the ostrich-prone person I am, I figured if I didn’t acknowledge the big five-0 milestone then I wouldn’t really be this old.
Turning 50 means your metabolism isn’t slow, it’s dead. It means your doctor starts to preface their diagnosis with “well, at your age…” It means nuzzling up to your partner for sex and having her say, “Aren’t you tired? How’s your back feeling?”
So, I continued to throw the AARP flyers away. They could keep their damned discounts. I was not getting old. My denial seemed to be working fine until my partner turned 50 a few years behind me and handed me an AARP membership card with my name on it. “I signed us both up,” she said.
I was horrified. If I put this in my wallet and had an accident, somebody would see it and wouldn’t even notice that I had on clean underwear (Grandma’s perennial warning).
Grumbling, I tucked the card away, determined to still ignore their mail.
Then one day I noticed the AARP newspaper on the coffee table and, since nobody was watching, I started reading it. Hmm. Lots of info in here. Nicely packaged. But they are a lobbying group, so my journalist’s mind was cautious. Until I turned the page and saw it.
The rainbow-colored triangle.
Who knew? Well, I didn’t.
AARP not only supports our issues, they have created a web page just for us. It contains links to news stories on hot topics such as same-sex marriage, gay adoption and the repeal of DADT. It gives AARP’s positions and advocacy efforts in the LGBT arena and offers articles on travel and personal finance for gay, lesbian and transgender people of our age.
Hmm. Guess I’ll stop throwing their mail away and start reading it.