🌈All these stories are real and shared with consent, hoping they inspire and empower the next generations of our queer community: Little horny me on the hunt for a sex life landed somewhere totally unexpected—I met an Italian named Ferdinand in Cancún, back when I was working as Marketing & PR Director for a resort (I posted about that job before, in case you missed it). Of course, we met on Grindr. He looked like he was in his 50s, but honestly? For his age, he was hot, fit, super sharp. As I’ve said before, age isn’t really a factor for me anymore. After what I learned meeting Hans Peter, I figured—maybe there’s something new I could learn this time, too. Spoiler: I was right. Turns out “Ferdinand” isn’t his real name; he trusted me enough to tell me, but I’ll keep it private because he’s still in the closet. He lives in CDMX but splits his time with Paris, and he’s actually 70—NOT 50, as I thought. His best friend is Françoise Bettencourt, the only heiress to the L’Oréal empire, and the only person who knows he’s gay. [Continue on the comments🌈]