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It had been a long, solitary road.  No one could be trusted to talk to about
it.  He could have sought out opportunities to sleep with a man, but the
brothels and private bathhouses seemed demeaning.  Never drawn to
casual sex, he knew, if he was to be intimate with a man, that he wanted
to share something of value, something defined by quality and likely to
endure.  He had crossed paths with a few men that he found physically
attractive, but their personalities had put him off; and those few with
like-minds, not one of them stirred him physically.  So the years drifted by
with no certainty of the right man ever coming his way, years he often
wondered if he were meant to live out his life alone.
--From
The Partisans--

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