Please take this with a grain of salt. Like other readers, I am confused with your story. Not sure of the point. You wander a bit, and as a result, I'm not sure where we began and even less sure of where we ended up. At 67, I am also still gorgeous, in wicked-ass shape, and hugely accomplished. Moreso than you are if only due to that many more years on the planet (this is not a brag or put down, you will have plenty to be proud about when you hit this vintage, just as you do now). I would posit that part of the challenge is that when we choose to live Out Loud, and I do, that scares the holy shit out of almost every single man I have ever met. Those on line, faced with the fact that at this age I am still leaping out of planes,riding spicy horses and kayaking cold oceans all over the world- okay okay when the planes fly again anyway- run screaming in the opposite direction. Or try to exert control. GAH GAH GAH. I am exhausted by their reaction that it's all about competition. Dear god. Grow up, boys. I guess it would be useful to me (and possibly to your other readers) if you could clarify exactly what point you're trying to make and then support it. I'm not at all sure I understood. It's encumbent up on us as writers to be clear. I was drawn in by your title and throroughly lost by the end, although I do get it you want people to be part of your tribe. That's fine, Kasia, but I think folks might need a clearer understanding of why they would want to be part of your tribe. Clarity is power. Just a thought.

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