It's much discussed recently.

I haven't been to a gay bar since 1996. I did my year of clubbing to get at 42 the adolescence I hadn't had at 18, one night I looked at myself in one of the mirrors that lined the club, said "I'm done," grabbed my shirt and walked out.

My understanding is that it's all fizzling out, and frankly I think this is a good thing, but a lot of gays are single and live alone; one article I read compared the stress of that life to smoking fifteen cigarettes per day.

But the gay life even when I was embedded in it wasn't very wholesome. It was aggressively shallow, encouraging of immaturity and compulsiveness, more ageist than any corporation and with a much lower threshold.