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It had been a long, solitary road.  Not a soul 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 inspired 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-- Read