I can share the experience and observation that you get less attention as an older person. I attribute this in part to my vanity, which had kept me in male attention throughout my womanhood and I was used to receiving admiring glances and attractive advances. All that is gone and I'm often not sure whether to miss it or welcome it. I'm still in that in-between phase where letting go of former beauty and letting go of "finally I'm rid of this burden of defining myself by my looks" compete with each other.
Just yesterday I was fantasising that if I had a bigger house and a lot more money, I would love to open a space for younger people. Where young people mingle with older people, where people not only socialise intellectually, but also artistically. A space where people can cook together, eat together, discuss together, but also do handicrafts and manual work. Sometimes I think that times of scarcity create such spaces of ideas and practical places. For me, it was when I was young and totally destitute that I got the real kick to do something productive. But for that you need an island where people have the money and the space to make it available.
But where there is no real need, only a perceived need, such projects have little power, I think. I don't know, I'm gripped by a general dissatisfaction and boredom at the moment.
Where is the community for people like me? HaHa! Am I already a Silver Blogger or not yet?