MY2K: A Coming of AIDS Story
On the eve of the millennium, while others prepared for a global meltdown as a result of Y2K, I had my own personal catastrophe. I got HIV. In truth, it may have been Halloween night or Christmas Eve. Happy New Year, Trick or Treat or a gift from Santa. Who cares? It's all twisted.
The path that led to my conversion started arguably from the minute I had sex with a man. But since this is a short story, let's just start with my last boyfriend.
He was what I call my "opposite boyfriend," the one you date because he's not like you at all. He was a model, tall, masculine, and athletic. That's not me. In fact, I can best be described as a neurotic, over-achieving intellectual with a barbed wit and a nice smile. What I had to offer him remains a mystery. Nonetheless, he nurtured and indulged me and desperately tried to get me to open up to his New Age views on the world but my spirit was unwilling and my brain too evolved. It was not meant to be. Looking back, I realize that our relationship was a potent mix of love and self-hate ... in equal measure.View Full Article
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