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Oliver Sweeney

So I am back from a trip to Melbourne, which is possibly the best city in the Southern Hemisphere in my opinion, amazing nightlife hardly like the tense Auckland ‘clubs’. Also, Melbourne has a sweet cultural and arts scene present at all times within the city. God, I think I am going to move there…

Anyway, I went to a lesbian dance club on the weekend. It was interesting, because firstly I had to say I was ‘Gay’ to get in. My GF basically was cracking up the whole time. Secondly, I think the problem is that some guys would be under the impression that this whole experience would be amazing and that they would get to see some ‘girl on girl’ action.

So after lying about my sexuality and dancing with the girls, and getting the eye from a couple of actual gay guys, we left to take a friend home. We left on a high point, a few drinks too many for the girls I went with and the self-satisfaction that I am not scared of the unknown and that there was nothing ‘wrong’ with the scene.

Walking down K’RD, I ran into my best friend from High School’s older Gay brother (god that was a mouthful… OF WORDS) anyway he was awesome and told me about their family and what everyone was up to. Then he dropped a bombshell and basically told me that he was HIV positive due to some other HIV positive person having slept with him and given him the disease.

I was struck. Now, when I was younger and stupid I never really liked this guy because most of us were fucking stupid for lack of excuses but just general boof-headed behavior, I guess. But now that I am older and more together with myself and the world, it really took me by surprise, I had hugged him when I saw him and yet that never bothered me because he is human and real and just unlucky or some combination of stupidity and lust.