Station Identification

It's not as if this is actually read by anyone, yet I still feel compelled to broadcast that I am feeling somewhat out of sorts. Season's changing, my mind's churning, blahblahblah.

This made me unbelievably sad. [Aging and Gay, and Facing Prejudice in Twilight, NYT]
Here's the deal: if I find myself in a position where I'm spending my "twilight" days (gagging at the euphemism) worrying about taking shit from a bunch of toothless demented bastard "peers" for being gay, I'll whip out some serious ninja skills and turn the place into a scene from Kill Bill.

Tomorrow morning I am going to investigate venues for me to volunteer my time/skills to the community of senior men and women who happen to also be homosexual. Any advice, suggestions, or information would be greatly appreciated.

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