I'm 147 in gay years, and my clock is about 2 minutes before midnight...
Yeah, I thought a lot about the gay clock (and cock, too, but let's not go there again), due to my coming out very late at 46. And one of the first things I learned about the gay world was the existence of "gay years" and how very old and over-the-hill that already made me, before I'd even gotten started. The gay clock runs twice as fast as the straight clock does.
So I figured I could do one of 2 things I saw other older gays do: one was hang around with twinks and pretend to be one myself, looking like a fool in the process, and being mocked by them behind my back. And honestly, I really was very young looking for 46, most guys guessing no older than my mid-30s, so I was tempted.
Or I could find my own age group, and do things less laughable. Yeah, I'd missed all that kid's fun from 25 years earlier, but we all (hopefully) reach the point someday where I was at already. So I had to face that reality, and do what most other guys my age do.
Well, it wasn't so bad after all. I liked those older guys my own age, and the bonus was, my still-youthfull looks made them view ME as the younger one, made ME the prize in that crowd. It's all relative.
I dunno, gay youth is especially fleeting, old age is for a long time. The US Army taught me to exploit whatever bad situation I found myself stuck in, just try to make the best of it if I can't get myself out of it.