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The best BUGGING was before '96, back when HIV was a certain death sentence. Of course the fear and stigma persist today, but nothing like it was in the days before the Cocktail—when death was much more in your face.
After a while, I got bold enough to tell the bastards that I was POZ and they were going to die. Then, later, I'd jack off at home—at their panic and dismay.
My favorites were the married guys and bi's who had so much to lose. How many of their ilk committed suicide rather than confront their female ****s—****in' cowards all! And how I loved to describe to them the course of the disease. Too bad I didn't get out to their hospices or funerals much. But time was of the essence, and there were so many more NEG ****s to POZ.
But with all the HIV Disclosure Laws, today it's too dangerous to reveal one’s Status. So now I'm Grade A, STEALTH POZZER No. 1. The Dudes don't need to know until they get tested. I'll grant them that largesse. By then, the who of their demise will be but a faint flicker in a blur of bareback sex.
Anyway, I'm back in the loop and more virile than ever—due to my lack of Meds. So I'm off to the Baths. Surely some of you have seen me there. I may have even coupled with a few of you. I've spread my Poison there night after night and many afternoons.
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