Matt seemed troubled the next time we interacted.
“What’s up?” I said.
He looked at me, then away. He laughed uneasily.
“I’m not sure. There’s a thought, what I’ve heard—that taking it up the ass makes you gay.”
“What!”
He chuckled apologetically. “Silly, I know. But, strange—I kind of, sort of, feel a bit that way.”
“What way?”
“Like, well, like something in me has been—I don’t know.”
“Try to describe it.”
He looked at me, irritated for a moment. Then he nodded.
After a little while he said, “Changed. No. That’s not it. It’s like, a feeling of—” he made a gesture with two hands, “of something inside me having snapped, like a twig.” Then he looked at me, puzzled and appealing.
I nodded. “Okay,” I said. “But how does that feel? Good? Bad? Something else?”
He considered. “It feel
