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Unmovies and Unvirus
Mar. 15th, 2012 02:02 amWoke up late, as I have been for a while. I was supposed to see a guy and make a movie, and while I initially hesitated because Roommate's shower stuff was already in the bathroom, I finally decided just to wash up and be done with it. There was no issue.
Over at the guy's place, he got high, then fucked me in his completely mirrored room for about an hour or so. It was just okay, as sex with him always is, and there was no video. Waste of time.
I was meeting a gent from YEARS ago at 2:45, so went straight there. We sat on the porch for a bit before walking the 10000000000 miles to the post office. On the way, he told me about testing positive, about the fucktards at Kaiser's mismanagement of the situation (highlights include telling him he had AIDS from a single anti-body test, and telling him he was dying), and about his eventual exoneration. He has an anti-body for HIV, probably genetically, but not the virus itself. This is enough to send many men running. I am touched that he opted to confide in me.
I feel that I have things easier, in a sense. There is a neg community, and a poz community. There are a lot of misinformed people out there. He lamented that no one seems to want to date him, which is a common lament among folks that don't just want to get laid as much as possible. I'm going to try to expand his social circle, or something.
Stopped home briefly, picked up Ed and headed to the SDYP Bar Night. It was a good time, with new people and good energy. I had a great conversation with Alan, and then with Jeff. Both insightful gents, Alan noted that I could not have done the Bar at any point prior in my life, citing how much growing I've done in the last year or so. I kissed him on the cheek, because I have had exactly that thought. I had to head home, because Tim was coming by, and Terry offered to take Ed home. Fine by me.
Didn't hear from Tim, so I updated my journal. Dolly was performing at Brass Rail. I almost stayed home, but decided it cost me nothing to venture out for a few minutes, so watched her before heading home. Tim eventually texted - he'd gone home to take his meds and fallen asleep. He joked that I had better not be wearing one of his shirts, I joked that he'd taken all his shirts back.
It occurs to me that I have come so very very far from where I was even two years ago, but that I still have a lot of "bad" habits. I'm not sure I'm interested in changing them yet.
Over at the guy's place, he got high, then fucked me in his completely mirrored room for about an hour or so. It was just okay, as sex with him always is, and there was no video. Waste of time.
I was meeting a gent from YEARS ago at 2:45, so went straight there. We sat on the porch for a bit before walking the 10000000000 miles to the post office. On the way, he told me about testing positive, about the fucktards at Kaiser's mismanagement of the situation (highlights include telling him he had AIDS from a single anti-body test, and telling him he was dying), and about his eventual exoneration. He has an anti-body for HIV, probably genetically, but not the virus itself. This is enough to send many men running. I am touched that he opted to confide in me.
I feel that I have things easier, in a sense. There is a neg community, and a poz community. There are a lot of misinformed people out there. He lamented that no one seems to want to date him, which is a common lament among folks that don't just want to get laid as much as possible. I'm going to try to expand his social circle, or something.
Stopped home briefly, picked up Ed and headed to the SDYP Bar Night. It was a good time, with new people and good energy. I had a great conversation with Alan, and then with Jeff. Both insightful gents, Alan noted that I could not have done the Bar at any point prior in my life, citing how much growing I've done in the last year or so. I kissed him on the cheek, because I have had exactly that thought. I had to head home, because Tim was coming by, and Terry offered to take Ed home. Fine by me.
Didn't hear from Tim, so I updated my journal. Dolly was performing at Brass Rail. I almost stayed home, but decided it cost me nothing to venture out for a few minutes, so watched her before heading home. Tim eventually texted - he'd gone home to take his meds and fallen asleep. He joked that I had better not be wearing one of his shirts, I joked that he'd taken all his shirts back.
It occurs to me that I have come so very very far from where I was even two years ago, but that I still have a lot of "bad" habits. I'm not sure I'm interested in changing them yet.
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