“It would appear so, Pony. Women didn’t interest me the way men did. But back in the day, it was wrong. Being a homosexual was considered a mental illness until the seventies. So, I denied it. Pushed it down. I had big dreams, and I wasn’t going to let anything get in the way.” “You had to hide it?” “Had to hide it, yes.” He frowns and looks away. “I traded in love for anonymous sex that left me feeling empty and full of shame.”
