May I buy you a drink?
I was recently divorced, 39 years of age and living in an apartment in
Sydney’s inner eastern suburbs not far from the famous red light district
of Kings Cross.
After two failed marriages, I was footloose and fiancé free; free and as
lusty as a rampant bull on speed. I chased after anything wearing a skirt
as long as it was female. This is not to say I was homophobic. Far from
it. I have many lesbian and homosexual friends whose company I enjoy but,
like many heterosexual men, found the idea of same sex encounters as
somehow distasteful (no …