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"Janet and I were roommates, you know, and we shared our men. We made love together, in the same bed, sometimes with one man and sometimes with more, and sometimes just the two of us. We made love to each other fairly often; at first, we only did it when we shared a man, but it was fun enough that we did it when we were alone together, although that wasn't often." I could tell that there was real regret in her voice, that she'd really enjoyed the lifestyle she was describing. At the same time, I was a bit shocked. I knew that some of the gays in our support group had enjoyed something of a similar lifestyle, but I had a hard time facing the fact that someone I was attracted to was like that. As a result, I stopped my offers of marriage for a month or so, but by the time June arrived, I'd come to face the fact that I liked Anne despite what she'd told me.

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I couldn't imagine what she meant by straight, but she didn't say more until a few weeks later. We'd gone out to a late movie after one of the meetings of our support group, and as we walked back to the parking lot where we'd left our cars, we talked. "It's been a few months since I left Janet," Anne said, "and still, it's hard for me to face it." "You should call her up, talk to her," I suggested. "It's not that," she said, chuckling. "I've been phoning Janet once a week for a while now. What I can't do is imagine me living the rest of my life monogamously or without sex."

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I remember one night after we left a meeting of the survivors, Anne gave a good summary of her feelings. "You know, Jeff, there are times I wish I could become a nun, I wish I could live in an isolated world where sex didn't exist." "Why not marry me?" I joked. "What?" she said, stopping me on the street and staring at me. "Like you said at the meeting," I said. "You said you'd always thought that marriage was a trap to be avoided, that marriage would mean the end of your sexuality. Wouldn't marriage be more fun than a convent?" She smiled at me and chuckled. "It probably would, but you're so ..." She paused, her voice trailing off. "Damn it, you're so straight that I'm afraid I'd offend you."