Result, I ended up with a nice big rock instead of coke… Well, we smoked it anyway. Crack does nothing, it sucks, in any case you don't get hooked the first time, that's bullshit, I can assure you
I do not recognize the right of any power to prevent me from killing, mutilating, piercing, tattooing, or scarifying myself, or asking others, which is strictly the same thing, as my consent is informed, to kill me, mutilate me, pierce me, tattoo me, or scarify me.
Result, I ended up with a nice big rock instead of coke… Well, we smoked it anyway. Crack does nothing, it sucks, in any case you don't get hooked the first time, that's bullshit, I can assure you
I maintain that a great cause of human suffering and violence would disappear if no man had a dick smaller than seven and a half inches, why seven and a half?, because any bigger it becomes difficult to get a decent blow job
Fags say fuck you to the priests of the Right because they believe that they have the right to fuck lots of partners whose names they don't even know, and to get high on a bunch of substances that haven't even been discovered yet.
It lasted a long moment. I unglued my body, came to my senses again, thought that the crazy question and the unacceptable demand, the total sacrifice, the absolute waste, were only possible in the embrace.
I ask him about another guy we know from an AIDS group who said at dinner four years ago now that he was having unprotected sex with his boyfriend because he was sick of condoms. He's doing well.
I don't think about Marcelo. I don't think about how I'm scared that he's sick. I don't think about the fact that I can't bring him here because he isn't a woman.
If we're going to cry about something, it should clearly be the terrible insecurity that pushes us faggots to force ourselves to try to be the most beautiful, the funniest, the best dressed, the trendiest, the most snobbish…
Stop being fooled by all the reactionaries disguised as progressives who cry crocodile tears about how the community sold out to the market, blah blah blah. Enough. Stop listening to those who talk about the dictatorship of sex and looks. Stop. Antigay is dead.
I believe that today the specter of reinfection in the discourse of doctors and all the poor terrified people is quite simply the same as the specter of hell in the discourse of priests and all the poor terrified people in the past.
The next week, his test results come back negative. I tell myself I did the right thing not coming in his ass. And then I feel alone. Disappointed. And then alone.