Once upon a time, I was straddling a man, as you do. We were both naked, oiled-up, and breathless. I was working as a sexual masseur—a world where body-to-body contact, kink, and exploration are part of the daily grind. But in the middle of that heat, I caught a glimpse of something else in his eyes: profound sadness. He stared at me, his unspoken question hanging in the air. "What is it?" I asked. "I wish I could do that," he whispered. "Do what?" I asked, briefly wondering