person who infected you with HIV

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I second that amen 

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Picture it: Albuquerque 1980. One of the small private rooms off the olympic-sized pool at the Training Post Spa - the only bathhouse in town at the time.

There is Mark, young and virile, coupled with an equally hot man, Wes, whom he adored. Poor Wes had a terrible case of the flu. Odd, since it was late March. Mark comforted him as best he could. The two of them have been have sexual relations for some time.They continued to do so.

Jump forward about six weeks. Mark is hospitalized with viral meningitis. The headaches are unimaginable. He is receiving shots of Demerol IM every three hours to counter the pain he feels in his head and joints. He cannot move well and his neck is pretty much frozen, unable to move at all.

That, my dears, was the basis of my first doc's belief I was infected in 1980.

Wes died in 1990. His family should burn in hell, damn baptists that they are.

I loved Wes. I still do. His family refused to allow me to see him. They did, however, bring in their charlatan faith healer pastor to wave his arms about and cast out the demons so Wes' soul could enter the "kingdom of heaven." See above reference to family and baptists.

Am I 100 percent sure it was Wes who infected me? No, there have been thousands of others. I was no shrinking violet. I am not sorry, I feel no guilt, I feel no hatred toward any of the men who I enjoyed and who enjoyed me. What is, simply, is what is.

I like to think that Wes infected me, if only because it allows me to carry just a bit of him with me. I know, sounds perverse, but that's how I feel.

If not him, then perhaps the delightful Nicaraguan. Damn, he was hot.

Or maybe Hans, the German merchant marine. His family lives in Constance (sp).

So many men, so little time, or, as Mae West put it, "It isn't the men in your life, its the life in your men."

HUGS,

Mark