Its the Aids Industry's annual New Year's Reception this evening and unfortunately I'm still too ill to make an appearance. Broad spectrum anti-biotics and alcohol don't make a good cocktail anyway.
Its a shame really.
I mean, all these institutions, companies, funds etc get all this subsidy all year round and the only real chance to get any of this back as a gay poz man is to drink as much free booze as possible during the New Year's reception.
After all, we aren't going to see much of it the rest of the year ....
However, I will miss doing what I always do, sitting on the sidelines watching and listening;
Checking the guy who wanted it but didn't get it hating the guy who did.
Waiting for the moment when some guy throws back one too many and lets rip into his nearest enemy.
Keeping my eyes on 'Mr Embarrasing Moment Waiting to Happen'.
Mr ex-chairman brown-nose leaving a trail of stickiness as he oozes around the room.
Clocking the asshole who always seems to over estimate himself by trying to climb the ladder a couple of rungs and at the same time get his fuck arranged for the evening.
Bitchin' 'bout the bitch that did the bitchin'.
However, it seems that I won't be the only one not there this evening.
Not that anyone there will notice. Not that anyone there will see the importance of it. Not that anyone will really see that many good people will not be there because they won't play anymore.
They'll never know until its too late.
Too caught up in their own lives, saving their own skins, jobs, status.
This is the year when they find out that its too late ....
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