When I was fourteen, sex suddenly became all-important to me. It didn't really matter who or what it was with, as long as it was a sexual experience. So, it was some pretty boy in class in some school or other that I took home and neatly fucked on my bed upstairs. And that was it. My first thought was, Well, if I ever get sent to prison, I'll know how to keep happy.
I remember the first time it got out. Somebody asked me in an interview if I ever had a gay experience and I said, "Yes, of course, I am bisexual." The guy didn't know what I meant. He gave me this horrified look of "Oh, my God, that means he's got a cock and a cunt." (London, 1961)
