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I was trapped in the prison of having an unwanted erection at the worst time. “What’s your name?” he asked, friendly enough to make me feel slightly less like an intruder. Wrestling seemed like the right move—tough and disciplined, a sport where I could carve out a place for myself. The team was a melting pot of chiseled gods, each one looking like they’d stepped out of a Renaissance sculpture. Not in fear—but in something way more confusing. Or maybe found one I hadn’t known was there. He didn’t miss it. But instead of walking away, he grabbed a fresh squirt of soap. Way lower. He started soaping himself up casually, not a trace of insecurity, running the lather across his chest and down his arms with a casualness that made my skin crawl with envy—and something else I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. It’s all leverage.”

“Right… But even as the chill hit, one thing was clear: nothing about being on this team was going to be simple.