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The Chat was never really an issue for me until three years ago.

I wasn’t like many teens, who consider sex a rite of passage.

Supposedly, he loves to dish male colleagues with campy female nicknames. The priest was embarrassed: to have been chanced upon at this place; to have had his small evasions revealed. No, he did not wish to discuss the subject I was interested in. In February of this year, not long before the College of Cardinals gathered in the Sistine Chapel for the conclave to choose the 266th Pope, the largest Italian daily newspaper, reported that a “gay lobby”—a more or less unified cabal of homosexual power brokers—might be operating inside the Vatican.

According to the newspaper, the possible existence of this gay lobby was among the many secrets described in a two-volume, 300-page report bound in red and presented to Pope Benedict XVI by three cardinals he had appointed to investigate the affair known as “Vati Leaks.” That scandal, which raised fresh suspicions of endemic corruption within the Curia, had broken the previous year after Paolo Gabriele, the papal butler, made off with some of Benedict’s private papers and leaked them to the press.

Naked but for the towel around his waist, a man of a certain age sat by himself, bent slightly forward as if praying, in a corner of the sauna at a gym in central Rome.

I had not met this man before, but as I entered the sauna, I thought I recognized him from photographs.

And given the choice between having just one boy with whom to spend all my time or a group of boys, friends trumped boyfriend.

In college there were a handful of guys who probably could have been my first, but things never quite worked out.

Yet as I looked at the man more closely, I saw that it was definitely him. During the previous few days, I had heard a lot about this man.

When we were alone, I spoke his name, telling him mine. I had heard that he is a gossip, a social operator whose calendar is a blur of drinks and dinners with cardinals and archbishops, principessas and personal trainers. We left the sauna and, after further conversation, civil but stilted, went our separate ways. But in Rome these days the topic of gay priests in the upper reaches of the Holy See is hard to avoid.

He looked like a priest with whom I’d corresponded after mutual friends put us in touch, a man I had wanted to consult about gay clerics in the Vatican Curia.

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