Was I there by accident, or was it because of my sub-conscious?
I had just finished drinking with some friends downtown, and I had convinced myself to take a little walk over to where all the gay bars were. I'd done this a million times...I'd get drunk, and being full of liquid courage I'd walk over there, choose a gay bar and try to go inside. A million times a paranoid voice would warn me away, "Someone you know will see you! Forget it!" and then I'd go home, jacking off, dreami
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