I just watched the movie The Passion of Ayn Rand.
It reminded me too of times in my life when I had passion for older women. It reminded me of my man-whore days. It reminded me of the times I used my boyish good looks to get ahead.
Most specifically and most painfully, it reminded me of my passionate but non-physical relationship with Cathy Seipp. We were close at times but never crossed the line into romance.
Cathy was eight years older than me. As Nathaniel Branden admired Ayn Rand, I admired Cathy. We’d talk for hours. We felt like soulmates.