Most of my young gay friends are uninterested in the history of my membership in ACT UP, but a few, like Jake, are curious, even insistent. I answer their questions and try to explain what it was like to be 25 in the East Village in 1989.
Even when my weekends had begun with North Fork Riesling and hydroponic hash and ended with cheap beer and speedballs, I kept the sex barrier-inclusive. The irony that I was being "safe" while on enough drugs to kill me was lost on me; that's how ingrained my fear of HIV was.
If HIV-negative men were more assertive about their status, they could take on a fairer share of responsibility in regard to HIV prevention. HIV-positive men have their own status to manage. It's not their responsibility to manage yours too, but it seems that they're expected to do so.
A boomer friend who recently re-entered the dating scene found herself sharing the bed of a younger man. Her report from the front-line: It was a meet-up of the generation who had never had sex with a condom and the generation who had never had sex without one.