1. WHAT IF I SMOTHERED HIM? “It began one night as I was nursing my son, Easton. I was home alone with the kids because my husband travels for work.
I have AIDS—probably, maybe, I think.
Let’s pretend like that’s real.
“She was going nuts…talking in tongues and acting completely insane.”
“He would frequently bite his tongue and spit HIV-positive blood into their faces/mouths.”
Today’s young people are the first generation that has never known a world without HIV and AIDS.
“We’ll find out what dirty bombs are and what they do.”
Can you imagine being a medical student learning to draw blood cultures and start IVs on HIV patients without using gloves?
I learned that the word HIV blinded me to see a human being in a matter of seconds.
But then we get to question #34: “Male donors: From 1977 to the present, have you ever had sexual contact with another male, even once?” The fateful answer “yes” to question #34 ends in a lifetime ban from ever donating blood — and why? Implicitly, this ban marks “gay blood” as inherently unclean, regardless of the preventative measures taken to avoid contraction of blood borne pathogens or viral infection.