I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.
Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.
The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it.
One way of reading my life is that I have been in constant search for a father.
I enjoyed sex and indulged in it when I fancied the men.
I have survived and possibly I should not hope for more than that.