Thank you for your sympathies, Zipper. It was a truly horrifying, yet mind-opening experience. It’s tragic that it had to take something so painful to really expand my world and societal (sp?) view.
I now think of Christopher as my guardian angel. Not in a typical “guardian angel” sort of way, but as a spiritual guide who often puts roadbloacks in my way to make me really examine things and determine if this is a step I want to take on my life path.
Christopher was the biggest, brawniest, most masculine man I’d ever met. He oooooozes testosterone and pheromones that would turn on anyone around him. I initially hated the fact that he was gay. (In a joking kind of way.) Once he went from HIV-positive to having AIDS, the tramsformation was…wow. Something I’d never expected to see. He developed Lymphoma pretty quickly. The doctors gave him six months. He died in six weeks. Within two, he looked like someone you’d see in a concentration camp - gaunt, skin around his head sharply outlining the shape of his skull.
My boyfriend at the time tried to warn me not to react - it was the opening night of a play Chris had produced and it was a celebration. I walked up to Chris and tried not to let any expression except love and admiration cross my face and raved to him about his play, which was a take-off (with permission from the author, which was rare) of Closet Land. I had to go outside to cry my heart out and be sick. And then pulled it together and we went and partied our hearts out.
Luckily, Chris had enough time to write his own ceremony, plan it, and know how he wanted to be remembered. Every person who attended received a gift from Christopher - one of his prized posessions and a note about how you had meant so much to him and had affected his life. It was really a beautiful ceremony. And that was how he wanted it. With beauty; sadness, yes, but recognizing beauty around us at the same time.
This is so out of place and shouldn’t be in this thread, but…it was something that made me a sexual educationalist, writer, and activist today. And why I am passionate about everything now. And why I am so pissed (sorry, but it’s the only word that really conveys my utter anger and dismay) about the current governmental actions toward health clinics, PP, and other free testing stations. You almost have to sign a waiver that states you’ll never have sex again just so they will test you. Cutting of funding to any health clinic that also might offer abortion services or just TELL you about abortion services - that just isn’t right!
Ah…I’ll go drink some diet coke and do crunches. Maybe the anger will help me get more crunches done.
Inky