Aug 17, 2010 0
Cosy in the Rocket
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.–Robert Frost
A friend posted a Facebook update recently about the death of a homeless man in his neighborhood who succumbed to AIDS. Meanwhile, over at The New Gay, columnist Jeremy Gloff writes that the boy he loved is homeless in San Francisco and HIV positive:
This week I was emailed again by one of his old friends and informed that he has AIDS and is still homeless. I am sitting in a silent, air conditioned, comfortable apartment as I write this. I want to break windows and scream and get in my car and drive 3,000 miles just to find him and put my arms around him. I wonder if he knows how much he was loved? How much he still is loved? Fuck. [Story]
We’ll never know how those men found themselves on their particular paths. Maybe it was fate, circumstance, or a series of choices.
Nobody knows where they might end up.



