Here’s to hitting 250 followers. Thanks guys. Not a great quality vid but a friend came by this morning to help me film it.
Yes. 8 years ago. And it was horrible.
I had a BF, we were open, but he still felt the need to go sleep with other people without telling me - cheating - and doing it bareback.
One day he called me at work and told me that two of our friends had called him that day and told him they were poz. I could hear it in his voice - something was wrong.
So, I went straight home, got him and we got tested that day - I was OK, he was not.
I still tried to make it work - but more and more stuff kept coming to light. He was sleeping with all of my friends it seemed. I was made a fool of - part of me wanted to try to get past it and be supportive of his new status - the other part wanted to destroy him. I eventually went with the latter choice. I got him out of my home and told the story of what he did to me over and over to anyone who’d listen. I wanted them all to know what he did to me. I cut off all friends who were involved - leaving with with almost no one. All while battling rumors that I was positive and that I’d some how done something wrong to cause this to myself - or that I deserved it for all the things I’d done when I was single. I was relentless and it cost me a lot of old friends and potential friends. It was a period of time that was about me. It was about finding out who I was and what I was capable of - and reminding others of what I was capable of.
It worked. I actually feel bad about some of the tactics I went through to make sure everyone knew what kind of person he was.
He’s done it to others since then. I kinda hoped that he would move beyond all of that and grow up some day. He has not. He’s gotten white trashier, into harder drugs, and more unhealthy with even more strains in his veins. He has even infected others. And as he approaches 30, what’s left of his looks are not going to hold out.
I am not being mean - I am completely realistic about his prospects as a person. And he is a bad person.
I spent 6-months getting tested constantly - worried that any day I would pop-up poz myself. I spent another 2 years recovering enough of myself respect to get the fuck out of Atlanta and move to San Diego. I even went through dating another cub on the West Coast that couldn’t be honest with me as well - and that time didn’t hurt as much - I knew what to look for - I knew what was wrong - I knew how to handle it quickly and without pause.
And then I met Bailey. I told him what I wanted. I told him the consequences for cheating. I promised I never would. He promised he never would. And here we are, almost 5 years later keeping our promises.
This makes me sad….
But I am glad that Hadrian was able to do what he needed to be happy.
Upping the Irons
I appreciate hot guys in Maiden shirts. He could run to my hills any day.
So much UNF, omg.
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I love hairy gingers!