Once upon a time, when I was still calling myself bi, bi-curious, straight-tripper, confused, curious, and many more labels that just meant I was a man interested in other men, I spent literally loads of money to explore. I call it the cost of curiosity — curiosity in the gay context.
There was this one time when I was in Shanghai, on one of those business trips where my company sent me to manage some regional projects. I was billeted in Shangri-La Hotel in the Pudong-side of the bustling city, and on one weekend when I was not doing anything, I decided to chat via Yahoo. I “met” this one guy
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