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A disease but love to share and talk on this topic in my thread so come and say what ever you want.

And I swear sometimes when I put my head to his chest I can hear the virus humming like a refrigerator.

An illness in stages, a very long flight of steps that led assuredly to death, but whose every step represented a unique apprenticeship. It was a disease that gave death time to die, time to discover time and in the end to discover life.

Sometimes I have a terrible feeling that I am dying not from the virus, but from being untouchable.

We used to say: How can we live like this? And now the question really is: How can we die like this?

Would someone turn the lights back on please I can hear the splash and swish of car tyres on wet tarmac outside my window, and I can hear rain rapping like fingernails on the glass, but I cannot see across the room, let alone outside, into the street.

The NBA players are smart enough to know you get the virus from unprotected sex, and we’re not going to have unprotected sex on the basketball court.

Societies need to have one illness which becomes identified with evil, and attaches blame to its ‘victims’.

The Aids epidemic has rolled back a big rotting log and revealed all the squirming life underneath it, since it involves, all at once, the main themes of our existence sex, death, power, money, love, hate, disease and panic. No American phenomenon has been so compelling since the Vietnam War.