I am now almost 47, but I was only 23 when I contracted HIV while living in Richmond, VA. It was a snow day, everything was closed, except for bars. It was a fun night, I went home with a hot guy.
I moved to San Francisco in August 1988, to be with my brother who had been diagnosed on Christmas Eve, 1987, with pneumocystis, his definitive AIDS diagnosis. I did not know then that I too, had contracted HIV that snowy night, but my fear was high. The youngest of a large family, I was the only without career, children, or any other obligations which would have complicated such a move. So, I sold my meager possessions, boxed up 7 boxes to send via UPS, and moved to face my own fears as much as help my brother. And, of course, San Francisco waited for this Virginia boy.
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