Every year, I go do the AIDS Walk in my county. Every year, we reach a certain corner where "the fundies" are waiting to yell at us about how God hates the queers. Since there are literally thousands of us and five of them, there's a certain poignant quality to it.
This year, they were down to three. My son, being a cruel little creature, suggested that perhaps the other two had died of AIDS.
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Date: 2005-06-08 10:38 pm (UTC)This year, they were down to three. My son, being a cruel little creature, suggested that perhaps the other two had died of AIDS.