“Oh so controversial.” No, not really: this week I’ll be talking about “the second cuming out,” as I believe Paul so correctly labeled it. And that is coming out as poz, i.e. as an HIV positive man.
The weird thing about HIV, to me, was always the “shame” factor—that someone who caught it always felt ashamed, set aside from society in a way, and made to feel less of a person, in a way.
I never quite understood this, as to me it was always “just another disease,” although it has taken me many years to come to terms with my own status, and to be totally honest with myself and others.
The other day, for example, I was talking to an old friend I haven’t heard from in many years, and it turns out that he had been very ill. He’d been bitten by a foreign mosquito when travelling abroad and, eight years later, suffered the terrifying consequences badly. I don’t want to go into the details too much but it sounded a right ordeal. My first reaction was, of course, how sad and scary, and how lucky the doctors found out in time. Not for one second did I think, “Hmm, he should have been more careful when going abroad,” or “he shouldn’t have gone abroad,” etc.
I know the circumstances and things like the risk factors are completely different, but my point is that, rather than casting blame, we should moral and physical support, etc. Not just from health clinics but society as a whole. Just my thoughts on the subject.
Anyhow, don’t be afraid to cum out. It’s like in Harry Potter: the more people afraid of mentioning Voldemort’s name, the scarier it becomes, right?
There is a world in the future where HIV will be considered just another deadly disease—so let’s get over the HIV stigma and get there already. The only way to do this, I think, is by honesty and pride, not shame and closed closet doors. I’m bored of hidden code words and “testing the water” in chat rooms, trying to find other poz lads to bb, hehe.
I have, of course, been a very naughty man lately. I went to a local gay sauna with my best friend, and I quickly disappeared into the dark rooms that have glory hole cubicles, where I lent out my cock to different horny men’s bums and faces, one after the other. I must have shot at least 4 loads that evening in a couple of hours.
Also today I had two horny lads popping by my office and dumping their juicy loads in my mouth before heading back to their work desks, while I went back to my desk, realising I still had a bit of sticky cum in my beard, blush. I stank of sex and cum; the young intern on my left side must have smelt it, hehe.
Next week I’ll be writing about another biggy: love and relationships—or at least what it means to me (if anyone cares to listen.)
And I saw this little note about hugging:
I loveeeee hugs, and I steel hugs from most people I run into.
HUGS – Anton
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