"Dear Linda: I, and many others, love you and will never
forget the sunshine you brought into our lives." This is
how Lori Levine ended an article about Linda Luschei
after Linda died. Lori is gone now too.
I met Linda in a support group for HIV positive women, one week after my
diagnosis. That was in May of 1990. Of that group of
eight women, three of us are still alive. I don't know
why. I do know that I would not be alive if it wasn't
for that group of women. And I do know that they live
Linda was (like all of us) initially devastated by
her HIV diagnosis. But, like most of us, learned how to
live with it. She made a decision, unlike a lot of us,
to not just live life as "best as possible, under the
circumstances" but to make the most of it, ...to find
all the ways to get the most out of life that she could.
One big decision she made was to find love again. She
did, what I thought, was one of the bravest moves I've
ever seen. She took out a personal ad, revealing her HIV
status. But what was more incredible was what happened
as a result of that ad.
LINDA'S ARTICLE, "HIV and the
Single Girl," from Women Alive, Autumn 1993
HIV and the Single Girl
By Linda Luschei
Lori sipped a cup of cappuccino. "The late morning sun steamed in the window,
turning her long hair a rich shade of copper. We were at
Hugo's, a trendy delicatessen in West Hollywood.
"OH Lori," I sighed, "I just get so discouraged. Why is it
so impossible to have a supportive, caring relationship
with a nice guy?"
Her expression was sympathetic. Like me, she was HIV positive and single; she knew how hard it was to meet men. She shrugged. "Maybe you should try
something different. How about taking out an ad in the
"You mean say I'm HIV-positive? How do you
slide that little gem in an ad?"
"Well no, not
necessarily. I mean try to meet some men, if you like
one enough, tell him then. What have you got to lose?"
"I don't know. That sounds like a recipe for rejection
I thought about it. There was something so ...
desperate about personal ads. Did I really want to meet
one man after the next, agonizing each time about
whether or when I should drop the bomb.
The Big Question
What would I say if I did run an ad? How could I be
truthful and still attract responses from decent men?
And the big question: was I bold enough to disclose my
HIV status? The more I thought about it, I realized
there was no point in running an ad unless it could
serve as a screening device, to weed out men who would
otherwise run the other way once they learned I had HIV.
I worried about wackos who might assume an HIV positive
woman must be desperate for sex -- or self-appointed
vigilantes trying to rid the world, one by one, of all
infected people! In the end, I decided I was relatively
safe. I could control all contact; I didn't have to call
or meet anyone unless I chose to do so.
The Personal Ad
I sat down to try my hand at writing a personal ad. I
took a deep breath and typed "HIV-Positive Woman
seeks..." I ripped the paper out of my typewriter
disgustedly. Would an uninfected person lead with her
very worst liability? Being diagnosed with HIV did not
mean that I had given up my pride or the right to put my
best foot forward.
Suddenly, I was my own advertising
agency. I needed a grabber, something eye-catching but
honest; an image of myself in a nutshell. Lovable, I
thought. Lovable meant deserving of love but also, I
hoped, would convey that instead of being coolly
sophisticated I was a little silly. In the end my ad
Lovable, pretty blonde blue-eyed SWF, 33, intelligent, warm, funny. I'm HIV positive, seeking together SWM for platonic or other relationship. Call...
I was pleased with how I had slid
naturally into the second sentence, as though being HIV
positive was like being Methodist or right handed. That
was exactly what I wanted to convey: HIV was a fact
about me but did not define who I was. The "platonic or
other" was my way of communicating to any men who might
call that it was safe to be in my presence; I was not
going to jump their bones and infect them at first
glance. If I received five responses, I decided, the
whole experiment would be an unqualified success. Before
I could lose my nerve, I mailed the order from and
promptly put the ad out of my mind.
A couple of weeks
later, Lori and I met at Hugo's again.
"You know, I took
your suggestion, "I said. "I sent an ad in to the LA
"No kidding. What kind of response have you
I stared at her, realizing I had no idea. "Oh
my God! I never even checked!"
We lunged for the current issue. To my amazement, there it was
prominently displayed: Lovable, Pretty Blonde. I
couldn't wait to see whether I had received any
Picking up my messages was an exercise in
roller-coaster riding, alternately terrifying and
exhilarating. In addition to a couple of lewd
propositions, out of seven initial messages, two were
from men I already knew: an HIV positive hemophiliac
named Joe who I had met at a party, and an HIV negative
man I had dated for a short time. The latter left a
message saying, "This ad sounds like someone I know
named Linda. If this is Linda, you know who I am -- call
me!" He had no reason to believe I had any acquaintance
with the LA Weekly, and frankly I was shocked to realize
he was combining the personal ads himself. I did call
him and we had a friendly conversation.
The next few weeks were a whirlwind for me as I responded to
the calls that had started to flood my voice mail,
always I was half hoping to hear from Joe. I never did.
I later learned that he died less than a year after our
only date. He was 27 years old.
As my personal ad adventure continued, I realized I needed to leave a
voice message that would discourage people like the
caller whose message described his attributes at great
length, followed by an offer to let me "watch,"
considering the "limitations" of my condition.
I recorded a new outgoing message. I asked each of the men
I chose to call back; why in the world they were
interested in meeting a woman infected with HIV? The
answers I received were fascinating and often touching.
One young man , who I ended up seeing for several
months, said he had been in a very dishonest marriage.
When he saw my ad, he reasoned that if I was open about
my HIV status, I was probably honest in general.
Rationalizing that I owed it to myself
and to all of HIV-positivedom to see the experiment to
its conclusion, I kept picking up my messages. I met a
few more of the men. Always at the same cafe, and during
the day, whenever possible. I chatted over coffee with a
health spa owner, a teacher, a couple of actors, and
even a magician.
My intention in running the personal ad
was not to date lots of guys, certainly not on a regular
basis. I only wanted one. On the one hand it was very
exciting: a reminder that I was still a young woman, and
that I actually had a choice of men. I was almost like a
normal person. After so many years of relative celibacy,
following the death of my husband, the dam had broken,
and now I needed to assert the sexual part of my
personality, to prove to myself I was still alive.
I started dating two of the men who responded to
my ad, one on Fridays and one on Saturdays. I received
a total of 72 phone calls from my personal ad. I
continued checking the messages but did not call any of
the other men after I started dating. The experience had
been enough, and frankly, I had to make up for lost time
with the two men I chose to date.
I thought Linda's story was amazing. I told her I'd
like to write a play about her adventures through the
personal ads. She told me to go ahead. I did. The play
is finished. It is titled "Lovable Blonde Seeking..."
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