Fear #1
The Return of the AIDS Epidemic
As most of us know, there was quite an epidemic of AIDS among the homosexuals not too long ago. Not surprisingly, as time went on less and less people seemed to be getting. For some reason completely unknown to me, stupid young people these days are under the impression that it is no longer an issue and they do not have to worry about it. Well, THEY DO.
The reason less and less people have been diagnosed with AIDS for a while now is because during its peak, both straights and gays alike were forced to watch their friends and family die, making them realize how likely it was for them to get it, and see how much pain it would put their own friends and family through. This made some, I may dare to say most, be more careful with sex, or even abstain completely. And that is why the number of people dying of it went down. Less sex among the people most likely to have it = less spread = less dead but does not = happy shiny completely safe people who can have as much sex as they want with as many people as they want.
However, now that we have a whole new generation of flamboyant little twinks, bears, butches, femmes, and “10 inches, 20 dollars” hustlers who were not forced through all the pain and suffering of seeing those who lived through the AIDS epidemic die. They seem to think of the whole thing as a rather horrifying myth that they would rather not hear about because it just ruins the whole mood of spin class. They can’t imagine the risk that they are taking if they have unprotected sex, or too much of it with too many different people they have no reason to trust.
I can see that this rather horrid picture of homosexuals I have painted may offend some, but I am just ranting. My best friend and many of my other friends are gay. And I myself am bisexual. And I have reason to believe my cousin Adam is gay (he is training to be a Broadway star).
So, one of my biggest fears is that it will come back, and I will have to see MY friends die, have to see it on the news, or hear about it on the streets, or even have to suffer it myself. And I just don’t think that I could bear it. Notice how I made this all about ME and MY feelings? Well, that’s what fears are really all about. All about the person fearing them, unlike worries.
And I’m scared.
As most of us know, there was quite an epidemic of AIDS among the homosexuals not too long ago. Not surprisingly, as time went on less and less people seemed to be getting. For some reason completely unknown to me, stupid young people these days are under the impression that it is no longer an issue and they do not have to worry about it. Well, THEY DO.
The reason less and less people have been diagnosed with AIDS for a while now is because during its peak, both straights and gays alike were forced to watch their friends and family die, making them realize how likely it was for them to get it, and see how much pain it would put their own friends and family through. This made some, I may dare to say most, be more careful with sex, or even abstain completely. And that is why the number of people dying of it went down. Less sex among the people most likely to have it = less spread = less dead but does not = happy shiny completely safe people who can have as much sex as they want with as many people as they want.
However, now that we have a whole new generation of flamboyant little twinks, bears, butches, femmes, and “10 inches, 20 dollars” hustlers who were not forced through all the pain and suffering of seeing those who lived through the AIDS epidemic die. They seem to think of the whole thing as a rather horrifying myth that they would rather not hear about because it just ruins the whole mood of spin class. They can’t imagine the risk that they are taking if they have unprotected sex, or too much of it with too many different people they have no reason to trust.
I can see that this rather horrid picture of homosexuals I have painted may offend some, but I am just ranting. My best friend and many of my other friends are gay. And I myself am bisexual. And I have reason to believe my cousin Adam is gay (he is training to be a Broadway star).
So, one of my biggest fears is that it will come back, and I will have to see MY friends die, have to see it on the news, or hear about it on the streets, or even have to suffer it myself. And I just don’t think that I could bear it. Notice how I made this all about ME and MY feelings? Well, that’s what fears are really all about. All about the person fearing them, unlike worries.
And I’m scared.
posted by Anonymous Bitch at 12:01 PM
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