infect me baby.
come on daddy.
you know you want to.
just squirt off your infected love juice all on my hot pulsating walls.
now if i said that,
i know you would look at me like i’m nuts.
…and not in the good way.
funny i’m looking at this new movement the same way…
there are people in this world who want hiv.
like they literally seek out people with hiv just to get infected.
well you can best believe jamari fox on this date of 2014:
This situation is sad and a reminder that being rich and good looking does not mean brains and decent morals are included in the mix. Dudes can be trifling whether straight or gay, rich or broke.
As for people having unprotected sex with people who are HIV positive, that’s real, too. They’re called bug chasers. It’s partly the sad result of years of being told one is an abomination and is going to hell — the message that gets preached to so many gay brothers their whole lives every Sunday, from the cradle to the grave. It causes mental illness. It’s internalized over the years and manifests itself in all these self-destructive habits. They believe they’re not worthy so they engage in all these reckless actions.
Others see these advertisements for the new class of HIV drugs and assume all they have to do is pop a pill, without knowing there are side effects and that the drugs don’t work for everyone, the ones who die.
so while my boring fetish is muscles,
all the cool kids are enjoying their fetish of contracting hiv.
i’m such a square!
well i’ll be a square,
and a fuckin pentagon.
keep that crazy shit away from me.
the only “cocktails” i want are properly sterilized.
i see this is why everyone engages in raw sex like it’s nothing.
do we judge these people?
or feel sorry for them?
how can we feel sorry when they are killing off potential good men?
its no surprise many men in the life have very low self esteem and worth.
everything is all about how to get and give a good nut.
like do gays even read books?
its really sad how things are becoming in society nowadays.
its like we can’t even meet a quality man anymore.
so do we say YOLO,
and wait to die?
all while getting great sex in the process.
like what do they say at your funeral:
“_______ lived a really boring life,
and constantly kept his online profiles updated.
he didn’t really do much as a man.
well at least he got a good pounding.”
i couldn’t help but wonder…