They say that policemen know the best cop jokes. By that logic, the funniest guy in our bunch had to be gay; only then did we call them fags, and being perceived as one was social suicide at the very least. Why be surprised if even the Catholic Church, which should have taught brotherly love, called them sodomites? So it never occurred to me to identify as one, even though I loved running naked in the fields with my friends in the summer and happened to have a moment of pleasure with one. But these were nothing but monkey business, and we all soon began to fall in love with the more physically developed girls from our school. And personally, I’ve always been a little obsessed with plump breasts, even more so once I saw Pamela Anderson in Baywatch—how stereotypical! But from time to time, I felt like doing it with a friend, especially when we were watching porn on worn-out video tapes. I just never had the guts to do anything about it, and my admiration for women’s breasts has always been much stronger than any of these urges anyway. And now that I have lost the vitality of youth, it’s all just barren musings since neither women nor men fancy me. How ironic.