Did anyone see Julian being interviewed on BBC South-East last night?
Just wondered if he spoke about his HIV scares.
Julian seems to think he was fortunate not to contract HIV, as at least two of his boyfriends did (they both died).
He says in his autobiography:
The fact that I did not contract the HIV virus during these years is entirely down to luck. I was young and gay and having sex with lots of different men, but I stopped having anal sex. This wasn’t a preventative measure on my part, but because I had an embarrassing problem that wouldn’t go away. A nasty business; anal warts.
It’s pointless speculating who gave them to me (this is a memoir, not a phone-book), but one penis I remember in particular may be the culprit. I met a skinhead type at Heaven (nightclub) who took me back to his South London council flat. He gave me a tab of acid and loosened his braces. We had sex for hours on his bed beneath an open window.
I remember watching the night sky lighten, the clouds drift past, dusk and then night again. I thought the trip would never end but I seemed unable to move from the bed. At one point I became enthralled with his penis and examined it closely. Tucked away under the folds of his foreskin were several mall, white, bogey-sized lumps. The clouds that floated by the window were now in the room with us, attached.
A month or so later a personal itching problem forced me to get a mirror, spread my bum cheeks and see what on earth the problem was. There were the small fleshy lumps again. A trip to the STD clinic named and shamed me as the carrier of anal warts. I was horrified…a weekly treatment of “Freezing” the little bastards ensued, but they seemed to flourish – fertilised, if anything by their ordeal, and ever increasing. After a while I learned to live with my dark discomfort and re-entered the sexual arena, sternly brushing away any gentleman caller’s hand or other body part that sought to investigate my nether regions.
Thus during those dangerous years my sexual activities did not, at least, put me in the high-risk category. That’s the only reason I’m still here, I suspect. Anal warts. God bless ‘em.
So there we have it. Our most pronounced homosexual performer suffered from anal warts. Can I claim this as a first mention of this affliction on NSC?
Just wondered if he spoke about his HIV scares.
Julian seems to think he was fortunate not to contract HIV, as at least two of his boyfriends did (they both died).
He says in his autobiography:
The fact that I did not contract the HIV virus during these years is entirely down to luck. I was young and gay and having sex with lots of different men, but I stopped having anal sex. This wasn’t a preventative measure on my part, but because I had an embarrassing problem that wouldn’t go away. A nasty business; anal warts.
It’s pointless speculating who gave them to me (this is a memoir, not a phone-book), but one penis I remember in particular may be the culprit. I met a skinhead type at Heaven (nightclub) who took me back to his South London council flat. He gave me a tab of acid and loosened his braces. We had sex for hours on his bed beneath an open window.
I remember watching the night sky lighten, the clouds drift past, dusk and then night again. I thought the trip would never end but I seemed unable to move from the bed. At one point I became enthralled with his penis and examined it closely. Tucked away under the folds of his foreskin were several mall, white, bogey-sized lumps. The clouds that floated by the window were now in the room with us, attached.
A month or so later a personal itching problem forced me to get a mirror, spread my bum cheeks and see what on earth the problem was. There were the small fleshy lumps again. A trip to the STD clinic named and shamed me as the carrier of anal warts. I was horrified…a weekly treatment of “Freezing” the little bastards ensued, but they seemed to flourish – fertilised, if anything by their ordeal, and ever increasing. After a while I learned to live with my dark discomfort and re-entered the sexual arena, sternly brushing away any gentleman caller’s hand or other body part that sought to investigate my nether regions.
Thus during those dangerous years my sexual activities did not, at least, put me in the high-risk category. That’s the only reason I’m still here, I suspect. Anal warts. God bless ‘em.
So there we have it. Our most pronounced homosexual performer suffered from anal warts. Can I claim this as a first mention of this affliction on NSC?
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