Since I agree that all gay men are not the same - even ones of the same generation - I can't speak for my generation as a whole - only for me.
Of course I have a different perspective than a 20-something or 30-something. Just as I have a different perspective from a 70-something or 80-something. And just as kids being born now will be different from the 20- 30- crowd. That's just the way of the world. We were socialized at different times, and in different places, under different conditions.
The first bar I ever entered had no sign out front, no windows. Only a single carriage lamp by a red door with a peephole. No dancing was allowed until after midnight, when they would lock the door and post a sentry. If the police showed up, the alarm would go out, and couples (male-male and female-female) would resort into hetero pairs and extra men would grab chairs before the police entered.
The year was 1971. The city was Memphis. Operating a gay bar meant paying off the police, and going to one meant there was a good chance the police would be writing down your license plate number to see if you were anyone important - like the son of a city councilman or a big business figure.
AIDS (SIDS, in those days) was just an article in Time magazine about KS in Homosexual Men. We didn't know anyone who had had it, much less died of it. That happened in NYC - another world. "Safe Sex" meant doing it someplace where you were less likely to be arrested, rolled, or killed.
To be demonstrably gay was to be ostracized at best. One of my friends was revealed (we didn't really say "outed" much) to his family, and the family moved away from him, and hid from him.
One night I was sitting in a bar the location of which had been, a couple of years earlier, a straight biker bar. Some bikers from out of town came in - stomped the length of the place - realized how it had changed, and decided to leave - but not without breaking my nose just for being there, and being a faggot.
Fast forward to today.....
My partner & I live together openly in a home we both own, as California Registered Domestic Partners (the 85th couple in the state). We still have to fight for things - expansion of domestic partnership rights - DOMA - other things. But the battles are becoming more political and less physical. We've also buried friends and lovers, not only to AIDS, but to the million other things that can get you by the time you're "middle-aged".
Is it any wonder our perspective is vastly different?
One of my hopes is that a day will come when gay kids can date in jr. high just as straight kids do - not just in Berkeley, CA, but in Ames, IA, or Paducah, KY. Then we'll learn how to form relationships at an appropriate age, and not end up relationally inexperienced at 20-30-40, even 50.
Today beats yesterday by far, in my opinion. But we can't rest until tomorrow beats today.