of a man, long past my expiration date, sexually speaking. When I see myself in the mirror, I don’t really see me anymore. I just see this decrepit, wrinkled sack. But on the inside, in my soul, I still feel young, and when I dream, I am still that kid who was playing water polo in school, that passionate young man swimming naked in the Mediterranean at Cap d’Antibes. When I see Andros, I see the endless promise of youth, or hints of former lovers, or forgotten traces of my life, and it brings me joy.”
