![]() ![]() "It was pleasant, and amusing, and less jarring than the last time." "We made a quick trip to Spartacus and examined porn before I got carded," I wrote. We met again, perhaps a month later, and went to a sex shop together. "The first thing I noticed about him was the 5 o'clock shadow creeping up his face." "I was wearing my red-and-white striped rugby polo that made me look like a candy cane," I wrote in my diary. Nothing sexual happened, but we talked about my experience coming out, how my parents were supportive but gave me too much independence as I was sorting through my sexual identity, how I felt isolated and lonely. He was shorter than I expected, and more handsome, with a penetrating stare that made my palms sweat. I met him at a coffee shop in downtown Portland, and we sat on a bench and talked while I drank a chai latte.
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