"Your father was homophobic."
"No, not exactly."
"Were you out to him? Did he know you were gay?"
"Well, he was my father. And even I don't know that I'm gay."
"But you like men."
"Kind of."
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"I can't say that I have. How about you?"
"Likewise. For me" says Carl, "It was all casual sex or gay for pay."
"But you had a girlfriend. Tell me something Carl, please..."
"Katrina and I never slept together, that's what you were going to ask, right?"
"Because..."
"I wanted to be faithful to Christ as I understood him at the time, and also to the community. Even if I was living alone, I was still part of what was going on there. And my mother even to this day seems to have quite a strong say in how I am going to live my life. Which is why I'm living here in this ridiculous palace out in the wilderness. The choice was here or Switzerland. Here at least I have autonomy and some distance from the old girl. And as far as women are concerned, I'm still a virgin."
"But you're attracted to women."
"Decidedly", Carl says.
"But you still prefer men."
"Most decidedly, I'm afraid." Carl says, looking a little bit uneasy. "But Cosme, or, Christopher, what about you and, what was her name, Greta?"
"What about us?"
"Tell me how you both met."
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