I was beginning to think there wasn’t a boy in the world looking for a teddy bear Daddy who would rather spoil their boy than punish them. It felt like every time I went to a club, the only boys who noticed me were brats who wanted to be spanked. I spent months of my life on blades a third of an inch thick, careening down the ice at speeds approaching twenty miles per hour, chasing pucks and slamming into other men, and sometimes sacrificing my body in order to stop a puck sailing toward the goal at eighty-plus miles per hour. As a hockey player, I worked hard and played harder. When I had the
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