I grabbed one of Kit’s numerous empty shoeboxes, loaded all of the items into it, and kneeled down to stash it beneath the bed. While clearing out a space, I came upon Kit’s mini-hoard of sex toys. They, too, were in a shoebox, only the lid was off and the contents exposed. I had known the cache existed. But I’d never actually taken a close-up look at his collection, partly to be respectful of his personal space and partly because the gay sex shame ingrained in me as a child was still renting out space in my psyche. Also, I sensed—feared—that there were aspects of Kit’s sexuality he was
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