This was a big house party and a lovely girl really took to me; she really enjoyed my conversation and she was the one who suggested to me that we go upstairs and find a bedroom. She undressed and then she helped me undress, because I wasn’t very keen to take my clothes off.
She was quite annoyed and I don’t blame her at all; to this day, I don’t blame her.
But I didn’t enjoy it very much and I realized I wasn’t gay.
On experimenting with men: For a while I thought, It’s no good.
I thought maybe I should just be gay — maybe I could just be a bitch to a gay man, I could take it up the ass.