As sorry as I may feel for the countless people who are contracting HIV at this very moment, I am also impossibly fed up with a culture that continues to fuel self destructive behavior. In this month's Advocate the topic of bareback sex parties is addressed and the promoters of these parties are "exposed" in a half-assed attempt at muckracking. Long story short, the party promoters are not holding a gun to anyone's head. They're not pedaling death, they're making money off sex the same way Michael Lucas, a hero of sorts in Chelsea, is. No one attacks Falcon Studios or the other porn houses for promoting a culture of loose sexual conduct. So why should the average Joe, with a room or two to spare in his home, not make a buck off the losers who are going to drop their pants either in a parking lot, the dunes in the Pines or a bathroom at a club?
The lack of accountability in our community for our actions is killing us. To call sex party promoters peddalers of death is a call for the endictment of all gay media outlets -- all of whom are complicit in promoting a sex-obsessed culture that accepts drug use and other self-destructive behavior as par for the course of being gay.
People, no one can be responsible for your actions but you. The same way I blasted a 29 year old crack-addicted mother of five in a previous post I am blasting stupid gay men who think its their right to screw every other man under the sun while "praying for a cure for AIDS." I'm praying for a cold shower to fall over these hypocrites -- you're free to do whatever you want but the AIDS crisis now is a moral dilemma. We know how to prevent the disease and once we find a cure we're only going to create another illness to wipe us off the face of the earth. What's the point then?