As they sat on the couch with their plates and drinks a while later, Mark said, “It’s so weird that before you I’d hooked up with like handful of guys and… I don’t know. I knew their bodies, their dicks and asses better than I knew anything else about them. Like… I don’t remember anyone’s name, didn’t exchange names at all most of the time. How is that…?” He didn’t even have words right then.
Francis finished the bite he was eating and sipped his water. “Part of it is gay culture. Anonymous hookups have been a thing as long as there have been men who want other men sexually. But for you, being as deeply closeted as you are with the traumas you have experienced… I don’t think it’s weird or bad or anything. We deal with things in different ways. All of us. Whether gay or straight, male or female, anything in between those categories.”