Fear. denial. acceptance. hope. that has been the trajectory of my life with AIDS during the past two years. Let me explain. In 1988, pushed to get the AIDS antibody test by a friend who thought my pallor and rundown health were suggestive of something beyond a lingering cold, I found that you didn't have to practice anal sex or trade dirty IV needles or undergo blood transfusions or even engage in your garden-variety heterosexual sex with infected partners to get "it." A lesson learned: oral sex, albeit rare as the entrance route for HIV, is not an impossible method of transmission.
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