I have the same sense of the power and virtue of knowledge that some people get from a religious background.
I remember my first friend who got sick. It was 1981, and the disease was called the gay cancer. I don't think the word 'AIDS' came out until '84. I just remember it being terrifying as more people got sick. We didn't know how you could catch it, you heard all kinds of crazy things.
I only remember the end of my dreams, like waking up at a steering wheel, or falling.

