When New York Pride festivities kicked off on 24 June, I was aware that monkeypox was an emerging issue – especially for gay men – but I was also under the impression that the number of cases in the city was relatively small. What I didn’t understand was how absolutely dismal testing capacity was: at that point, the city only had capacity to process ten tests a day.
I had sex with several guys over the weekend. Then a week later, on 1 July, I started feeling very fatigued. I had a high fever with chills and muscle aches, and my lymph nodes were so swollen they were protruding two inches out of my throat.
And now a word from Pastor David Manning about flaming buttholes:
My buddy Brotherman Jerome loved this guy. I went over to his house one time to help him install a security door, and him and his wife The Queen Bee had a framed picture of Pastor Manning above their mantle. I'm not fucking kidding.