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Men in my situation have to come out twice: first as gay, then as someone who is attracted to senior citizens. I stared at the pair across from me, folded on the scratched wood bar beside the lemon wedges and cocktail napkins. They were rough-hewn, liver-spotted, with wrinkles that cross-hatched a sparse thicket of hair. His face looked middle-aged, no doubt thanks to a skin-care routine that cost more each month than my whole wardrobe; his body was toned from years spent in the gym; and his hair was buzzed on the side and longer on the top, which was fashionable in New York back then.

Everyone in cosmopolitan western cities tries to look young. But I only slept with men who looked old. Back then I was 24, but the guys I wanted were at least in their mids. My husband is Still, I believe that those who share my preferences form a discrete sexual subset, encompassed by homosexuality, yet obscured by its mainstream. Men in my situation must come out twice: first, as homosexuals, and then as homos who only sleep with old homos.

Our loins are left unstirred by young twinks with six-pack abs or adorable bear cubs whose hairy chests have yet to grey, just the same way that female models from Sports Illustrated swimsuit issues left us limp as adolescents. Myriad people are indifferent towards popular sex symbols. Am I drawn to changing hormones, a pheromonic balance that alters as testosterone declines and a bit of oestrogen enters the soup?

This bizarre idea is no less plausible than damaging presumptions that someone with my predilection is a gold-digger, a stunted character in a Freud case study, or a culprit of elder abuse. It was impossible to explore my sexuality in adolescence. I had no reason to come out. The straight kids would have ostracised me, and the gay ones — could I have found them, anyway?

The men who I found attractive were legally barred from dating me. The first one I fell for was a humanities teacher who was 37 when I was born. He was straight, married and had grownup children. He was the sort of educator who charmed kids but had no idea that his jocularity and friendliness could be misconstrued by a year-old who essentially followed him around the halls and spent every free moment in his classroom.

This entirely unrequited crush which I never admitted to anyone until I was well into adulthood planted the germ of who I became. Meanwhile, I slogged through the motions of adolescence with varying degrees of enthusiasm. I went to parties, drank eager amounts of booze, made out with high-school girls, played beer pong, studied extremely hard, engaged in good-natured academic competition, shot hoops with my friends, hung out in their basements, watched Comedy Central, teared up in my bedroom while I listened to indie rock bands.

I laughed intensely at jokes, but still felt as though I was watching myself perform this act from the outside. At night I jerked off to videos of older men and hated myself afterwards. My early years of college were similarly repressed and desperate. I dreamed before puberty of living in a house with my peers. By the start of adulthood, a campus full of horny contemporaries had morphed into a cruel rite of passage.

At 20 I told a dear friend that I was attracted to men, neglecting to mention that my wheelhouse was limited to old dudes. A partial truth seemed better than living a lie. But sex with my contemporaries changed nothing.