via Gay City News, by Christopher Murray
A hundred and thirty years ago, when I was 21, I moved to New York to seek my fortune, and along the way quite quickly contracted HIV disease. It was in 1989, still a plenty scary time, but I managed to survive by dint of good luck, a hefty dose of healthy denial, and some truly caring friends. Back then, when a young queer came up positive, one either joined a peer-led support group at Body Positive and talked about your feelings - as I did - or went to the LGBT Community Center to be simply angry and cruise hot guys in leather jackets at ACT UP meetings.
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