I am a member of numerous groups on Facebook. Today, something popped up that showed a photograph taken in 1989. In that photograph, family members are seen crying and gathering around a man who died of AIDS, more accurately referred to as the gay cancer or the gay plague. HIV and AIDS? Weasel words.
I was a child in the 1980’s, but I didn’t know much, if anything, about HIV or AIDS until 1988 or so. I didn’t even know that it was acceptable for people of the same gender to engage in sexual behavior towards one another. But as I grew older, and as I learned more about both HIV and AIDS, I never had much sympathy for them. Strike that. I never had any sympathy for them.
The purpose of this article is not to make martyrs out of supposed “victims.” No names, no photographs. Okay, well, one photograph and one name, but only because it shows a gay man getting his just desserts. In that 1989 photograph, taken by Michael Schwarz, a family is seeing distraught while surrounding Tom Fox, 33. He is said to have rightfully died moments after the photograph was taken at Sacred Heart Hospital in Eugene, Oregon.
I am linking you to that resource not because I feel sorry for Fox, because I don’t. I just want to show my readers what happens when you choose a life of homosexuality. You die a slow death, or at least you should. Sadly, these days, infected homosexuals are rewarded with life-saving medication rather than being forced to die alone.
As you might imagine, when I stood up for what’s right and posted my comments on that Facebook post, the mob quickly attacked me, accusing me of being a closeted homo and of being a bigot of some sort. Not so! I simply stand up for what’s right, even if that causes me grief. Far from being hurt by the comments against me, I am laughing. Such ignorance! Such tolerance for sin! Such tolerance for behavior that puts others at risk.
My life was touched by someone with AIDS and I lost someone special because of that. But I did what had to be done. And it’s probably not what you’re thinking.
Way back when, I was a young adult in my now former religion. When one reaches that point in that particular global religion, they are expected to date and marry, sooner rather than later. Just I was expected to do, whether I actually wanted to or not, I was dating a young woman, Amy, who was my age. We were dating for about four months. We were ready to get married within days.
But then fate intervened.
A new member who was also our age turned out to be AIDS positive. Why he had full-blown AIDS as opposed to just HIV, I don’t remember.
His condition was supposed to be a secret, but in a congregation as small as that was, the news spread like wildfire and several people were very concerned about the congregation’s image and about the health implications. Because I wanted to stay, you know, alive, I made sure to steer clear of him.
He was a clear homosexual and as such, I felt that he did not belong in a Christian church. A church that worships Satan, yes, but not one that worships God. Christianity and homosexuality cannot co-exist.
Anyway, my fiancee took it upon herself to reach out to shake the guy’s hand. I stepped in and physically but gently moved her hand away from his. I told her to not touch him. I informed her that I will not let her put my health at risk. If she shook his hand, he could have infected her with AIDS and if I’d married this girl, I would likely catch it from her, putting a horrible end to my life.
She reached out again and I told her that if she went through with it, we were done, for the good of my own health. She shook his hand anyway, so I calmly went to a table, grabbed two tissues and then gently took her hand, a hand that I once held in anticipation of marriage, and took the engagement ring off of her finger. I then quietly, but with purpose, took it to the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet as touching it could have given me or others who handled it AIDS.
After properly disposing of the ring, which cost about $900 if I remember correctly, I then told her that, with the wedding already set for the following Saturday, we were done and I did so in front of around 100 people. She looked shocked, almost as if she was taken back because I stood up for my health and for decency. Yes, I was an idiot for flushing it, but I was so enraged at that moment that I didn’t care about the money or the ring.
As you might imagine, reactions from fellow church members were immediate and varied. For the most part, I instantly became “ignorant” and a “bigot.” When I broke up with her in front of everyone, she started to cry and a few women took her aside to comfort her. I know I should have felt bad for that, but I did not. I was furious that she would put my health at risk. If anything, I underreacted.
A few people sided with me and suggested that I get an HIV/AIDS test given that we’d kissed and made out. We hadn’t engaged in sexual activity as that was reserved for marriage only, but there was still a risk. If she touched AIDS patients, what other risky behavior was she engaged in?
I took the medical advice to heart and the next day, I went and got tested for every STD known to man. Everything, thankfully, came back negative. But she put me in a potentially dangerous situation, which means that she didn’t care about my health, which means that she never really cared about me. Simply put, I can’t be expected to marry someone as callous as she was.
You see, when you marry someone or even just have sex with them, you’re trusting that person with your very life. You have to be very careful about the sexual decisions that you make. Amy’s selfish handshake could have killed me. I had no choice but to break up with her.
As for the AIDS guy? He wound up dying a few months later. Good.
Looking back on it now, do I regret how I handled the situation? No. I had to break up with her for my own health. All the plans that we made were, just like the engagement ring, flushed down the toilet and it was she who made that failure happen. Not me. She did.
All these years later, I am married to someone else and I am better off without Amy. I don’t regret taking that ring off of her finger in front of everyone. I could have and maybe should have done it in private, but she did what she did in public, so I chose, in the heat of the moment, to make the breakup public.
I have absolutely no sympathy for the AIDS patients of the 1980’s or for that matter today. Some people say that they were mistreated and shunned. Apparently, things were so intense back then that even doctors and nurses refused to even touch them. Can you really blame them? I can’t!
Look, HIV and AIDS are gay diseases. It’s as simple as that. I do admit, however, that blood transfusions have caused and still can cause HIV and AIDS. There was a young boy who became infected by way of blood transfusion, likely the blood of a homo. Surely he and his parents knew that they might be putting tainted blood into his body. They did it anyway.
I still feel no sympathy for the boy as it was very stupid for his parents and the boy to consent to a transfusion. Why would you ever put someone else’s blood inside your body? Both the boy and his parents were shunned by their community. I applaud that. Their neighbors had every right to defend themselves and their children.
Sooner rather than later, he died a much-deserved death. He got precisely what he deserved. What is sad and disgusting is that his funeral was televised and covered in the media. The media should have shunned him. It’s terrifying that people attended his funeral. He should have died and been buried alone, something that all HIV/AIDS patients should and must experience.
As for blood transfusions today, the story goes that all blood donations go through rigorous testing procedures, but I would point out that the risk is still high, at least based on my research. Our blood donation system relies on honesty and testing. All it takes is one liar, and the blood supply chain is tainted.
When you give blood, and I never have or will, you are asked a series of questions. One of those is whether or not you’re a homosexual. Thankfully, homosexuals are not allowed to donate blood. But that assumes that the potential donor is being honest. It’d be real easy for a homosexual who has HIV to lie and taint the blood supply.
Remember, there’s an incubation period. So if a gay gives blood but does not know it, the testing process might not pick anything up because of that incubation. So, then, there’s no way to know if a donation truly is safe. I’m certainly not willing to take the chance, even if it means certain death.
Anyone who accepts a blood transfusion, even in 2025, is basically signing their own death warrant.
There’s a third way that HIV has impacted my life. You see, I am CPR/AED/First Aid/NARCAN trained. On one occasion back in 2019, a guy at work collapsed. Everyone knew he was gay. Someone touched him to see if he was breathing. He was not. I loudly told that person to get away from him unless she wanted to die.
A few people at work knew that I was CPR certified and demanded that I start rendering CPR while someone else called 911. I calmly refused and turned away. As I did so, I told everyone in a very loud voice that I wasn’t going to die of HIV or AIDS and that my health was more important than his. Fortunately, the guy was dead upon the arrival of the first responders. No one else knew CPR and that’s not my fault.
When interviewed by the police, they asked why I didn’t start rendering aid. I told them that I didn’t wish to die of either HIV or AIDS. A couple of them just gave me dirty looks and walked away. Now, just to be clear, I didn’t discriminate. A short time ago, Mexican co-worker needed CPR and died at work. I refused to intervene then because of her race. Sorry, not sorry.
In both cases, I was then known at work as a “homophobe,” or a “bigot.” Forgive me for wanting to live!
Don’t let the “experts” put you at risk. The following list is my personal advice. It is not medical advice. You can do or not do the things listed. Either way, it’s your decision.
- You can catch HIV/AIDS by shaking hands with an infected person, if that person has open cuts or blood on their hand.
- You can catch HIV/AIDS by drinking out of the same cup as an infected person.
- You can catch HIV/AIDS by using the same toilet as an infected person.
- You can catch HIV/AIDS by kissing someone as the viruses thrive in saliva.
- You can catch HIV by using utensils used by HIV/AIDS patients. It is for that reason that I rarely dine out. When I do, I bring my own utensils.
- You can in theory still catch HIV/AIDS from accepting a blood transfusion. The story goes that the risk is “low,” but there is still a risk. Is it worth taking that risk?
- You can catch HIV/AIDS by using a public water fountain. But then again, you can catch COVID from doing that as well.
- Accepting a blood transfusion is an almost certain death sentence, even with the claims that rigorous blood testing is done. Are you willing to take a chance? Only you can answer that.
Don’t listen to those who condone homosexuality. Both HIV and AIDS are easy to catch, so…well, just be careful out there. And before I conclude, there are those even to this day who are angry at Reagan and the government in general who supposedly did not take the situation seriously. They act as if the government owed them assistance.
Why should tax dollars be wasted on people who engaged in disgusting, risky behavior? Just leave them to die! The reason why the Reagan administration laughed is simple: it was and still is a laughing matter.
There is a movie out there that tells the tale of the AIDS situation (not a crisis) and shows angry homosexuals in San Francisco demanding that the government do something. Such arrogance! They should have simply shut up and accepted the consequences of their own sick actions. But no, they’d rather blame others.
Today, homosexuality is celebrated and rewarded. There are apparently apps that are designed to cater to homosexuals. One can only hope that each and every guy who uses those apps experiences the full misery of HIV and/or AIDS. They deserve nothing less for their disgusting ways.
Yes, I am aware that there are other ways to catch HIV and AIDS, but by and large, it is still a gay disease. A gay plague. Sure, those who do drugs and share needles can and do catch the diseases, but they are in the minority. They too get what they deserve. But again, this is, even in 2025, still a gay disease.
For those who don’t know, I have DNR and MOLST orders in New York state. If you want to know more about that, read the article. But one of my orders is that I am not, under any circumstances, to have a blood transfusion. If that means I die, then so be it. I will not die a slow and miserable AIDS death. Plus, putting someone else’s blood into my body seems disgusting. Even if the blood were confirmed by God to be clean, I wouldn’t take the transfusion.
I’ve paid the price because of guys who did nasty things to get nasty diseases. I lost a fiancee. I lost my professional reputation. Twice. Yes, I lost a lot.
But at least I’m alive!