I became lonely. Late at night, I'd want to go to bars, to feel the noise and excitement, to ease my inner pain.

I slept with several young guys over time. It was free, mutual comfort. After waking up, we'd know nothing about each other and return to our lives as if nothing happened.

Sometimes I felt so low and cheap, imagining what it would be like to be a prostitute.

Spending my nights this way made me tired and irritable at work. My boss yelled at me ...