World Aids Day 2003
Dec. 1st, 2003 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennis
In 1984, my friend, Bernard, got this horrible cold that he could not get rid of. He got pneumonia. He got better. He got it again. This went on for a year. He hid the fact that he was sick like he hid the fact that he was gay from all but a very few of us. Bernard was such a private person and we were so young. And I was so naive. He never got better. He just kept getting sicker and sicker. I had no idea why they couldn't fix him. He died in 1985. I was so pissed. He never got to have the kind of life he deserved to have. The kind of love he deserved to have.
It was almost a year after he died that I finally connected the dots between what killed him and the horrible Aids thing they were talking about on the news. I was pissed all over again. And I still am.
