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Thursday, August 28, 2008
It doesn't always happen this way....
I was so prepared to fuck this nigga. I had been salivating on it in fact. He was a bonafide cutie. He was screaming "fuck me, fuck me and fuck me". I was more than ready and willing to oblige. He had the courtesy and audacity to tell me right before I drove over to get him that he was HIV positive. I was dissapointed and grateful at the same time. He didn't have to tell me that, but he did. Of course, he was saying that we could still kick it protected. I just couldn't bring myself to, but I gave him mad props for being honest. I think about my past rendevous and I can only recall one person that ever truthfully disclosed their positive status to me. I think it requires a great deal of maturity and personal acceptance to do that and I certainly can appreciate it. To the dude that I would've fucked silly, Thanks.