my best friend (female hetero), died when we were 30. She didn't know she'd been sleeping with someone who had obviously fucked about. i had to go and bail him out of jail once and it was disgusting, the way they treated him, they burned his bed and the sheets he'd slept on.
Anyway, he died first and she had to bury him, then very shortly after that, all her internal organs packed in and they found her just inside the front door.
since then, I've not been that close with anyone.
Also, I'm sure it's the reason I moved back to England, everyone was dying in Toronto.
They give out free condoms here and they think aids is dead (they did brilliant public service ads and it didn't really catch on here, so thank god.
I've never taken a risk.
but please please please wear two condoms next time?
I mean, if you're paying for it, it will be great, but please take care
xL