For me, this changed the face of HIV, and I hope this does the same for you.Approximately one in eight gay men in London are living with HIV.It's in the way you catch him staring at you as you look up from your glass of wine.
After he kisses you, he asks you if you’d like to stay the night with him. When he puts his arm around you and you walk toward his place in Hackney, something leaves his lips that shocks you deeply and instills in you a sense of fear: “I’m HIV positive.”I can still remember the sound of the words rolling off his tongue.
He spoke so confidently, like he had done it before. I had immediately decided I would spend the night — strictly cuddles only — then cut my losses and hope someone just as great came along.
And, when you make a joke that isn’t funny, he laughs anyway, showing you his one crooked tooth.
It’s late; you’ve missed your last train home, and it’s a frosty London night.
The more I learned and the more I contemplated, I came to the conclusion there was virtually no risk at all.