DILFs are in. As E.J. Dickson described for MEL last fall, “One look at Instagram’s vast universe of parenting content suggests many people find babywearing dads sexy as hell. Fathers strapping on their kids drive massive engagement on popular accounts like DILFS of Disneyland and Daddy Doin Work.” In fact, such DILF-related fervor has inspired Cory Pedersen, the founder of the O.R.G.A.S.M. (Observations and Research in Gender and Sexuality Matters) Research Lab at Kwantlen Polytechnic University in Canada, to embark upon the first empirical study of the attractiveness of DILFs, or Dads I’d Like to Fuck, entitled, naturally, “In Search of the Appeal of the ‘DILF,’” a collaboration between Pedersen and other researchers at the O.R.G.A.S.M. Lab.FINSTER
In the rarified atmosphere that some gay men live in, you'd think anybody over twenty-five is devoid of a sex drive. Apparently for some men you only exist as a sex object between the ages of eighteen and twenty nine? Then there's what? The Gay Twilight Zone? Really, people. Get a grip. At the first hint of gray hair, apparently something catastrophic happens and then boom! Done. The moment one's midsection expands and does not fit in that pair of 30 inch jeans, the sex appeal is gone. Once your jawline is no longer fit to cut ice, disaster strikes. Bye-bye mojo. Done. Adios.
In the words of my beloved Amy Winehouse, what kind of fuckery is that? Do people think we stay taut and snatched forever? Do all gay men think that bee-stung lips and 2% body fat last for a lifetime? Don't gay men know that we peak in our late twenties physically but sexually we peak way after forty? Twenty year olds may be having more vigorous sex, but men over forty seem to be BETTER at sex. So it's not like I'm trying to make DILF happen. It already is happening. Women have caught up with it. Just ask Anne Marie. And I think gay men should, too. I've previously come out in praise of the older male and here's probably the second installment of that series. And I'll keep doing it. Because sex drive does not end at twenty-five. Trust me, the mojo goes on.
So I'm here for the slight moobs, the little overhang, the gray hair. I don't care about six packs, I'd rather take time to explore the six ways a DILF would have to make me moan and groan.