Before I got married, I had a roommate. I’ll leave his name out, but he’s a very handsome Black man and we got along quite well. In fact, we used to call ourselved Will & Grace, but with better tans. Yes, he’s gay and I’m straight. We still call each other across the ocean and have made plans to see each other when my husband and I go to the States for a visit.
He leads a pretty wild lifestyle and I told him, over and over again to be careful. “Please, whatever you do, be safe.”
Well, he wasn’t. Symptoms started appearing. He got tested. He’s positive for AIDS. This man works in a blood lab in a hospital, for crying out loud! He knew the risks!
I was almost expecting it, though. I mean, he hasn’t had a steady boyfriend in quite a while and would go pick up men in adult shops and bars. Lots of one night stands, no protection. I’m so sad and damn sorry about this, but I’m also very angry with him. I’m also feeling very selfish, with a “How could you do this to me?” attitude. I don’t want to lose another friend to AIDS, and with all the information there is about it, how can you not be careful? I lost two friends in the early 90s, but the data wasn’t as good then as it is now. WHY?WHY?WHY?
I’m still somewhat in shock over this. I just found out a moment ago. Now I need to call him and I can’t for the life of me figure out what I’m going to say.