February 2007 (next day) – My wife must be the greatest women on the face of the earth. The next day, she clearly didn’t sleep well the previous night, she opens the conversation again.
"If you’re questioning your sexuality and you seem to want to ‘see’ what it’s about, perhaps we can figure out a way for you to have this experience and hold our marriage together.", she says to me.
Wow. How can I respond to this? Me, who’s fucked, sucked, been fucked, been sucked, backwards, forwards, left, right. There is no need to experiment, I’ve graduated with full honors.
She looks at me, "can we work this out?"