I didn’t say that, although I wish I had.
That dictum, uttered by an artist friend of Alfred Kinsey’s, has proved true for me and my friendship with Marek.
It disturbs me when I hear people confess to feelings of alienation and despair after having “anonymous” sex or sex with rent boys. Even when it’s just a hard cock coming through . . .
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