The Neglected Pandemic

[Karl Rand]

I lost, at a guess, 80% of my gay friends. In the end I stopped going to funerals. More and more elaborate funerals were being produced like Broadway musicals by the soon to be deceased. The last straw was a ‘sacred dance’ performed by six scantily clad young males processing down the aisle of the church, tambourines rattling. They performed this little rite three times. I left during the last performance feeling I’d lost my sanity. Maybe I had?