I went to a small conservative college in Southern California. I'd moved to California two years prior, but still felt hopelessly naive. By now, the president had mentioned AIDS on tv, but I didn't think it could affect white, middle class, suburban me. I glance at the clock. Only a minute has passed.
Every clinic has a different system for naming their clients in order to keep their anonymity.
On the third call I remember and go up to the desk, just to sign in. She leaves to tell the counselor that I'm here. I sit down again and keep waiting. Moving north to Oakland after college was when I seriously started thinking about it. Most of my sex acts had been low risk, but not all.