Sadly, piggy has been sullied by most guys I know. :-/
But I'm open for education.
In my first two years in NYC, four guys I had hooked up with all became HIV+. I have been tested multiple times since and am HIV-, but that's only because I insisted on using condoms. Only one of them acknowledged his infection as the terrible result of a bad choice on his part (he believed the guy he slept with when he told him he was HIV-). The others were apparently into meth and other 'pnp' crap.
And what saddens me is that these guys all used their infection as a reason to never use condoms again (except for the one who acknowledged it). I've seen at least two of them on Manhunt and they fit into the 'uninhibited' and 'piggy' mold.
It's just terrifying that people, gay men in particular, don't seem to care about or understand it at all. Your stories of your friends unfortunately shows that this is universal.
Anyway, thank you for sharing this. It was extremely well written, but I wouldn't expect anything less from you!
You have no idea how badly I've wanted to throw in a Borg reference, but it's a small class, and I don't think anyone would get the reference.
Hmm... I didn't notice it at first, but on re-watch, it looks a bit intended.
But, yeah. Iran = stupid.
I have to lead the discussion in my immigration class today. The topic is "Assimilation". I think I'm going to have this image projected onto the screen for the first half of class. Thoughts?
Ahaha. I basically just said "I would probably off myself." but that's not really nice (or true).
My dad is one of those big babies when he's sick. My mom is not at all. I have taken after my mother. I almost never ask for anything. The only time my roommate ever did anything that would constitute me being a big baby was when she filled my prescription for pain meds after I was mugged and had a broken nose. It's not technically a sickness, but still, with a broken nose and the inability to breathe, I only missed class on the one day I was in the hospital.
And now that I live alone, it's all up to me, which is fine. I'm a firm believer in mind over matter; if I think I'm sick, I'll act like it and it will only make it worse. So I'll take my cold meds or whatever, but continue on my day.
Is it weird that I mistook that picture of Assange for Dorothy Day?
I was at Immigration Court the other day and got out early, so when I got home in the afternoon, I ran into my super. She said, and this is a direct quote, "Hey Kev! Ooooh, look at you all sassy!"
I quickly changed into my large brown hoodie.
But this woman is the only thing keeping me in this apartment. If I didn't see her in the mornings on my way out, I would probably move out.
EDITED TO REMOVE INSANE MELODRAMATIC CONTENT.
Every night before you go to bed, you should post the next day's potential outfits in the OT. Then we vote and you wear what we suggest.
Of course, this has the potential for DISASTER, but whatever.