HARDCORE
Lots of guys are Gifters—into Chasers—or
even POZZING unsuspecting NEGS. That's cool.
I mean, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.
But as a committed POZ PIG, I've evolved into more than your run of the mill
Gift Giver. I'm a hard-core AIDS LOVER who
collects and swaps Strains with other sick, twisted Fucks.
I've never used rubbers as Top or
Bottom, even after I tested POZ in the
spring of '86. I spent most of my
years as a Bottom, taking hundreds, if not thousands, of Loads at the Baths and
in the johns and backrooms of sleazy California bars. Many of my early partners have long since died of AIDS—God rest their sorry souls.
I've been on and off Meds more times
than you can shake a stick at, and have seen my Viral Load and T's rise and
fall like a barometer; but always my long-term prognosis has remained healthy
as shit.
I'm naturally muscular and have an
appealing physique—leading guys to believe I'm the picture of perfect
health. Nothing could be further
from the truth. All of which
makes me believe that, contrary to popular opinion, HIV
actually makes you healthier, hornier, and hungrier for Dirty Seed—in the short run, anyway.
Over the last few years, I've been a
vociferous advocate of HIV and AIDS.
In the best interest of my Fellow Man, I've also turned to TOPPING
to pass the Bug
to as many fellow travelers as I can.
I breed mostly in Berkeley and San
Francisco; occasionally with guys I meet online in Sacramento; and in Dallas
when I get to town.
My Dick grows hard with envy when I see
guys with obvious side effects:
hollow face and sunken cheeks; skinny limbs with bulging veins; bloated
tummies and/or buffalo humps. The
more acute their symptoms, the more inclined I am to swap body fluids—tainted Cum, Piss,
Spit, and Blood.
I have a soft spot for married
guys--whose closeted Status and intimate interaction with the opposite sex make
them Prime NEG Meat. With
them my Motto is “Fuck
first; Ask questions later.”
But my preferred modus operandi is to
taunt my Bottoms about AIDS and DEATH as I
pin their hapless asses to the mat and ram my Death
Stick up their mangled Cunts.
The sexual chemistry amongst us POZ Pigs is incredible, and I'm addicted! Sometimes, with the married guys,
you think what's goin' on might best be described as consensual rape. But with a fellow POZ Pig, it's
more like making love with a kindred soul who shares and validates your passion
for The Bug.