I’ve rarely gone for the sort of men (or indeed boys when I was younger) that everyone else seemed to go for. The idea that attraction was a deeply personal matter and not something that could (necessarily) be dictated by whatever Dolly magazine was one I happened upon early. Because when you’re 14 and are eyeing up the men at least 20 years older than you, you know you’re not entirely like everyone else, but you also know that you’re not wrong – attraction and lust is present, and usually has little to do with choice. Take for example me and my friends heading off, 13-14 year olds in 1998, to see The Man in the Iron Mask – most everyone else wanted Leonardo Dicaprio. Me? Well, it had Gabriel Byrne, Jeremy Irons, John Malkovich… spoilt for choice I was!
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