if you sit on a fag's toilet, you just can't avoid crabs at the very least. shaking hands with one means you're suicidal and demand retroviruses. ptown, fire island and weho have weekly dinner parties for aidsriddenfaggots where they compare lesions and sores. god's plagues sometimes skip a fewwww gens, but he approved of the dude with the blue eyes popping a pill and defenestrating his disesase-ridden queervessel in that ever so moving film by a closet-case with streep.

watch "the hours" for how to die with decorum if you crave all your holes filled with artistic nyc men.