Where are the Weird Old Revolutionary Queers?

I went to meet with a group of older gay men. Ha! I could not have been more out of place, with my can-tab earrings and can-tab bling, my outrageously adorned spirit stick, bandana and broad brimed hat--paint on my cheekbones. A room full of men in polo shirts button down collar retiree uniforms... talking, for an hour. About BANKS. Checking accounts. What was your experience at TD, or BOA... just waiting for some one to mention Wells Fargo. Hee! Would have raised my hand and told I was arrested for sitting in at WF--protesting their theft of millions from the city of Phila. and the Phila School District (found not guilty in a jury trial--on the basis of our protest doing less damange that the bank's practices we were there to protest)
I won't, and can't judge these men. They have lived through very difficult times, and surely have experienced difficulties I never had to face, and can't even imagine. On the other hand, it is incomprehesible to me how someone who has felt the cruely inherent in this so-called civilization, cruelty that strikes at the core of one's identity, would want to, or even feel comfortable blending in, become a part of this Empire of Money & Death.
They were polite and kind. But no thanks. Where are the Old Queer anarchist collectives? Ancient Radical Fairies? Queer Revolutionary Wierdos?
I'm glad that I went, but I can see this is going to be an interesting journey... and not easy to find someone close to my age I will feel comfortable around... or who will feel comfortable around me! I guess I've been Queer long before I came out as gay, and I will never want to 'blend in.'

 

Thank you for your welcomes. Five days out.