The Computer Center is muffled and dim, warm with whiffs of sourness, of body odor, and of the vegetal smells of dirt embedded in clothes that were advancing in the direction of compost.

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Simon, who is 64 and the only self-identified transgay man of the interviewees, explained that growing up, I hated girly clothes all along. I never wanted to show my body or wear a dress. I never dated at all ... it does make you feel different. When I came out as a lesbian, I was already divorced ... my sexual sensation had already increased ... what I discovered is that I was gay.

His team also studied stimulant use among the same volunteers and found that those suffering from social jet lag were much more likely to smoke.