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I am 29 right now and have been chasing AIDS since I was 24... I really wish that I had been successful at getting AIDS years ago when I first began chasing AIDS. I'd probably look like a AIDS pig should after nearly 5 years with the med resistant strains doing their work on my body. I know that I would have gotten the diagnosis and proof I got the full med resistance that my AIDS pig had to share. Just thinking about it makes my current attempts to get infected with AIDS all the more important to succeed and get AIDS now. I think I am better prepared for the lifestyle change that is coming once I get AIDS now. I want it much more than ever before and have plans in place to make it happen. My friends and family are less of a concern to me after I get AIDS and start becoming more toxic every day. There's not going to be any reason I'd regret this or want to back out of my decision to get infected with AIDS for once and for always. I am more open to getting other infections along with AIDS and never treating them as well.

I have wanted nothing else except for full blown AIDS for at least the last 5 years. Everything else has been secondary to my desire to get AIDS. Promotion at work, new car, new apartment... None of it meant anything to me at all. AIDS is even more important to me than my friends and my family. They don't understand why I want this and they never will either. I know that after I succeed at getting AIDS nothing will ever be more important than it is until the day I die. The only thing that even comes close to being as important as AIDS is slamming meth. I don't just want AIDS when I'm high though, I want it completely sober too. I think about getting AIDS all day every day and hope that the next day brings me a little closer to getting AIDS. I have met a few men that understand my need to get AIDS because they need it just as much. These men will become my new friends and family because of our shared desire for AIDS. Most of them are already POZ, some are in their 20s others over 40. We all know that getting AIDS is the only thing that will complete us on every level. I can actually talk to them about AIDS and get support instead of judgement. Once I get infected with the 100% med resistant AIDS strains I am going to assist my brothers with getting AIDS too. I want to get my ass bred full of toxic loads from a hot wasting AIDS top pig who is rough and verbal. Not as much as I want him to give me multiple slams filled with super strong meth hits and blood fresh from his vein and directly into my veins. I want as many slams like this from every AIDS pig I meet as I can get. Both of us knowing that blood slams help guarantee that the strength and power of the strains they've given has a easier way to infect my body with his AIDS. His total med resistance able to make reinfect me and make me resistant to all HIV meds without question or doubt.

I have been plenty of blogs and posts on rules for this and that in relation to being a good bottom. I have long believed it always takes that special top, one who likes slutting out his boys, one who likes to control a bottom both sexually and mentally, to create bottoms that not only embrace their inner slut and enjoy it totally, but crave cock and cum forever after they have been taken on the descent to where every sensation in their body is connected to their holes. In my own case, I always felt like I wanted to be a whore, imagined it, but was actually a very vanilla fuck and a bit prissy with it until I met Steve. He recognized my inner slut immediately and relished taking total control of my pathway to slutdom and conversion. Each week the rules got broader and stricter at the same time. From one on one sex we went to threesomes, moresomes, then gangbangs, from negative to positive the conversion was seamless as he had total control of me by the time he arranged my conversion party and I was looking forward to it. The rules for a bottom were strict - but they also took care of every sexual desire you had and you became immersed in a world of cock and cum, a world that you would never escape from long after the relationship with Steve had finished. His rules and beliefs were simple. 1. A bottom should never reject stiff cock or cum off any top. 2. He would pick all of the tops to fuck me and totally supervise my sex life. 3. I was never allowed to play with myself during sex with other men. I recall once I started to masturbate while a top was fucking me and he went ballistic. So he took to tying me to the cross before group sessions and putting on a leather glove, making me cum and using it as lube for the first cock to fuck me. 4. I was always butt plugged after sex sessions to keep seed in me at his pleasure. He loved using other men's seeds to fuck me on what he called "the silk trail." 5. I had to clean every top's cock and balls after a fuck until they pulled their cocks away. 6. I was to get fucked in whatever position the top wanted. 7. I was often blindfolded in group sessions so I got totally used to getting off on cock and seed, not the aesthetics 8. I was to keep myself in order to be fucked all the time - a stringent personal hygiene regime - as in many instances I was onlt given 15 or 20 minutes notice that he had invited a top or tops over the fuck me. 9. I was never to ask a top to hurry up and cum. 10. I was taught to enjoy the slut I had become. Those rules made my descent so much easier - I may well have found my way there myself - but I would have missed out on an awful lot of beautiful cock and creamy seed as a result as I would have taken a lot longer to reach the point of no inhibition.