Dude, who even knows.
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The first time I had sex was in 1994, in Washington, D.C. at a restaurant called Figs and Olives, where I was hanging out with my friend and his band. He was a drummer and I was friends with him because my girlfriend was dating his wife at the time, and I was like, “Why would you want to make this guy with no bass and a drummer part of your life?” So he had his bass player come along, which I later realized was a great way to introduce a lot of new members of our circle to the concept of gay sex, which they had previously been very reluctant to talk about.
The ‘90s!
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