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When I first thought I might like men, I was at swim practice. We all swam nude back then. So as I swam 400 yards I thought, ok, if I like men, what men would be my "type"? Almost immediately, an image popped in my head. A tall, thin, handsome, friendly older man with a bald head and a mustache. Suddenly, for the rest of the 400 yards, I had a rudder!
