Lived the life. Tons of hot young gay sex. Survived it. I have no idea why. I had sex with 3 different guys on one day. AIDS? Didn't touch me. Then I was diagnosed with cancer. Who's in charge of this life thing? I want to talk to him.
Memories........... they're good memories, and they're my memories. That's how we lived in the late 70's and early 80's. One nighters, or casual encounters while out running or cycling, catching rays at the beach or on the Marina Green in SF, and all over campus.....just a few of a hundred places to make a 'memorable acquaintance."