We are old. Papabear is seventy, and I am nearly sixty. We are infatuated with one another, and we have great sex. We may creak a bit, but we still dig, haul, scrub, and harvest for ourselves. Papabear works 45 hours a week so I don’t have to anymore.
Don’t condescend by calling old people anything less respectful than what you would call someone half our ages, please. We are not doing what we do to fit into some category of which you approve from your lofty perch of youth.