The local university held a weekly group meeting focused on gay men’s health issues. Dr. Edwards suggested Philip check it out. “While you wait for the test results,” he said. “It can’t do you any harm, Philip.” And so on the night of the meeting, he rushed home, changed into jeans and a sweater, and headed for UCSC.
When he found the nicely carpeted room, several guys were sitting on the floor in a circle. Philip remembered that game he played in kindergarten. Someone whispered a word to his classmate and it went around the ring from child to child until what was originally said ended up a totally different word. s**t! A return to grammar school didn’t bode well. A chubby black man dressed in a brown cape asked Philip to join them. The guys smiled or waved, then raised their gaze to Phil
