What were we to do? We were typical boarding school boys, rich with vigor, skin slick with drying sweat and gritty earth from a game of pigskin.Īt night our young, virile bodies filled the dorm with sweet-musky vapors, like game-meat stewed with apple and peppercorn. That's 'gentleman's gay', hardly gay at all. I didn't believe him, went home, and asked my dad.
I wasn't into it, and he told me it's not gay if you're wearing socks. When I was 13 years old a buddy of mine tried to convince me to fool around.
