Hey, Faggot:
Hey, ASS:
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Let me walk you through this: If there were such things as angels, which there are not, and if there were such a thing as God, which there is not, God and his heavenly host would have more important things to do than stand at the foot of your bed and watch you get fucked in the ass. Angels, despite the pop-culture moment they’re currently enjoying, DO NOT EXIST. They’re the latest fantasy cooked up to entertain pea brains who’ve become bored with past lives and well-off white women channeling Ice Age warriors. When we watch Touched by an Angel or sit in movie theaters watching City of Angels, we need to remind ourselves that it’s all make-believe. There are no angels in Los Angeles watching over you, and for that matter, no killer Texas-sized asteroids hurtling toward earth or big, derivative lizards stomping on New York City.
Since being straight is not an option–at least it’s not to any gay person who isn’t willing to become a Jesus freak–you need to find a new way of being gay, one that doesn’t make you miserable. If the men you’re having sex with make you unhappy, or the circumstances do, start having sex under different circumstances and with different men. Take responsibility for your life, and stop worrying about what Della Reese thinks. Trust me: Angels don’t exist, and pretty soon Della Reese won’t either.
“Triple-drug cocktails probably do decrease the risk of someone transmitting HIV to another person, assuming the person taking them has an undetectable viral load in their blood,” says Dr. David Spach, coeditor of The HIV Manual and a professor at the University of Washington medical school. “But we really don’t know how much the risk is decreased. Based on all the information I’m aware of, I honestly believe someone taking the triple-drug cocktails…and who has an undetectable viral load in their blood could transmit HIV to another person.”
