085 Chapter 6 Conclusion For me, the best thing [about ageing] is I don’t have to care what anybody thinks. If somebody’s getting up my nose, I actually name it. Yeah. I feel confident enough in myself. If I see racism or sexism or ageism, I’ll call it. So, I guess, you know, the activist has come out in me. Also, I can look back and I feel I have contributed to the community. And I’m still able to contribute in various ways. That gives me satisfaction. The worst? Not being able to party all night. Not that I really want to anymore. And I’ve been really fortunate, but I wonder what is going to happen for my nieces and my great-nieces and nephews. What sort of a world are we leaving them? And will they have the same range of opportunities that we had? That concerns me a lot. Probably the most surprising thing is that I was too much of a spendthrift. I wish I had been less profligate. But also, I didn’t expect to live this long. I was coming up from the early 80s through the HIV epidemic, everybody around me was dropping. And so that surprised me, that between drugs, sex and rock and roll, that I’ve made it this far. —Roy, 70s