I guess my first time I was 22 but probably looked about 17. I knew I was different but it was hard back then, you are locked in so much by the way other people think, especially at that age. I saw an ad in the Body Politic I think it was, about finding your real self. I wore a pair tight jean cut offs showing a lot of leg and maybe some ass. I had a longer pair of shorts I wore over them but when I arrived at what seemed to be a warehouse I took them off and walked in.
There was an older guy behind a counter, he gave me some magazines to look at and then pointed to a stockroom. I could feel his eyes on me as walked on ahead of him. I felt so hot knowing he was ogling me from behind. Before I knew what was happening, I had already been had. I discovered the meaning of a new word, ‘chicken’, which meant in my tight jean cut offs looking about 17 I could expect to be in demand for about 5 years. He gave me a list of parks in the city where gay men hung out in the bushes. I wasn’t really interested in getting laid in the bushes so I returned in a few days. I wasn’t asked to go the stockroom this time. I was already yesterday’s meat.
