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My "First" Gift Giver
As I mentioned, since Boston's indoor sex venues closed it has been increasingly difficult to find playmates. Even when you do find someone compatible on the phone or the Internet, you still have to struggle with all the logistics: who is hosting and who is traveling; when is a good time to meet; giving and getting directions; who will bring the poppers and pot. Given that there is no worse a project management job than organizing homosexuals, it's amazing we

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My First Known Poz Load
I knowingly took my first poz load just a week after my beloved Pilgrim Theater had been closed in 1995 to make way for yet another downtown parking lot that eventually became a high rise. There had been rumors for months that the place was closing, but no one paid that much attention to them. After all, the theater had been there for 70 years and I even heard it was being considered as a historic landmark (maybe JFK got blown there).

So with much sadness

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It is my contention that sex pigs and bug chasers are not born, but evolve. It certainly was so in my case. Here are some of my stories.

CJ: My First Poz Load
The first poz load I took was way back in the mid-1980s. At that time AIDS was getting a lot of attention from the press, but unless you lived in NYC, San Francisco, or Los Angeles it was still a remote thing to most gay men. Within the next year or two everything would change.
The guy’s name was CJ. He was a work

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