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...The gay boxing club was a hoot. It was a fun way to get a different kind of workout, and the other boxers were really fun people... but the turn over was really high, and before too long I had been among the people in the club for the longest, and the coach was pushing me to compete. I was like, "okay, sure." I mean, that's what we were there for, right?

The make up of the club was pretty much 50/50 guys and girls. I was the smallest guy, so my sparring partner was the largest female. I remember getting into the ring and getting total tunnel vision and forgetting everything I knew. I utterly failed.

I was a bit freaked out by it, and I never went back. It hadn't occurred to me until writing this now that if my sparring partner had been male, it might have been easier. 

I really wish I had stuck it out and worked past it.

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