Walking Home

It was three in the morning and a car drove by; then circled back, stopped, and asked if I wanted a ride home. I said, "No thanks, I live a few blocks away." He asked again and I said okay. We went to his apartment for a drink; and then we kissed and touched each other, which led to oral sex. This happened thirty-five years ago. It turned out to be a one night stand because of my family ties. Also, I'm a white guy and he was the most beautiful black man I have ever seen.

— Walter, 80

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