Pubdate: Mon, 23 May 2005
Source: New Yorker Magazine (NY)
Section: A Reporter At Large
Copyright: 2005 The Conde Nast Publications Inc.
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Author: Michael Specter
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HIGHER RISK

Crystal Meth, The Internet, And Dangerous Choices About AIDS

San Francisco's Magnet center is hard to miss. It occupies a storefront 
directly across the street from Badlands, a city landmark of its kind, at 
Eighteenth and Castro Streets, perhaps the gayest address in the world. 
Magnet is a drop-in clinic for a community that has been besieged by health 
problems for nearly a quarter of a century-since the men of the Castro 
began to die of the plague.

Even today, with a million Americans infected with H.I.V. and half a 
million others already dead, many of the clinics and counselling facilities 
that focus on the health of gay men remain dreary places, largely hidden 
from view. Magnet is neither of those things.

Its bright setting, modern furniture, and polished wood floors make it look 
far more like an art gallery than like a doctor's office.

One needn't be sick to go there, nor is it necessary to make an 
appointment. Drop in any time, to be tested for syphilis, chlamydia, 
gonorrhea, or H.I.V. It also functions as what its director, Steven Gibson, 
calls a "hotel lobby for the people of the Castro, a place to talk, to 
worry, to smile, to cry," or, as Magnet's Web site puts it, to "cruise 
(online or real time)."

Last month, on one of the first genuinely warm nights of spring, the center 
held a small gathering called Tina's Cafe. The sidewalks of the Castro were 
filled with men. So were the bars and coffee shops; the Men's Room, the 
Midnight Sun, and even the "gay" Starbucks, on Eighteenth Street, were all 
bustling by 8 p.m., and a small crowd had begun drifting into Magnet. A new 
exhibition had been installed-a series of sexually suggestive pictures 
taken from the Internet. The visitors stared at the walls in awkward 
silence for a while, then took seats at tables covered with lollipops and 
M&M's. There was a bar with wine and soda in the back, where a d.j. was 
setting up his equipment.

Soon, a tall man in a short dress appeared.

His name was Michael Siever, and he wore a brunet wig, high-heeled pumps, 
and magenta stockings. "Welcome to Tina's Cafe," Siever told the crowd. "I 
am really glad you are here. We are going to talk about what's real 
tonight. About paranoia and violence and anger and fear. About reality." A 
couple of dozen heads nodded in unison. "We are going to talk about what is 
happening to our world." Siever has the soothing voice of a 
psychotherapist, which he is. He is also the director of the Stonewall 
Project, a highly regarded counselling program. "Tonight, above all, we are 
here to talk about Tina."

Tina is crystal methamphetamine, a chemical stimulant that affects the 
central nervous system.

It is hardly a new drug, and it has many other names: biker's coffee, 
crank, speed.

It has also been called redneck cocaine, because it is available on the 
street, in bars, and on the Internet for less than the price of a good 
bottle of wine. Methamphetamine is a mood elevator, and is known to induce 
bursts of euphoria, increase alertness, and reduce fatigue.

In slightly less concentrated forms, the drug has been used by truckers 
trying to drive through the night, by laborers struggling to finish an 
extra shift, and by many people seeking simply to lose weight.

Crystal first gained popularity in the gay community of San Francisco in 
the nineteen-nineties, where it became the preferred fuel for all-night 
parties and a necessity for sexual marathons.

Its reputation quickly spread.

Crystal methamphetamine is highly addictive, but its allure is not hard to 
understand; the drug removes inhibitions, bolsters confidence, supercharges 
the libido, and heightens the intensity of sex. "The difference between sex 
with crystal and sex without it is like the difference between Technicolor 
and black-and-white," one man told me at Tina's Cafe. "Once you have sex 
with crystal, it's hard to imagine having it any other way." The first 
thing people on methamphetamine lose is their common sense; suddenly, 
anything goes, including unprotected anal sex with many different partners 
in a single night-which is among the most efficient ways to spread H.I.V. 
and other sexually transmitted diseases.

In recent surveys, more than ten per cent of gay men in San Francisco and 
Los Angeles report having used the drug in the past six months; in New 
York, the figure is even higher.

After years of living in constant fear of aids, many gay men have chosen to 
resume sexual practices that are almost guaranteed to make them sick. In 
New York City, the rate of syphilis has increased by more than four hundred 
per cent in the past five years.

Gay men account for virtually the entire rise. Between 1998 and 2000, 
fifteen per cent of the syphilis cases in Chicago could be attributed to 
gay men. Since 2001, that number has grown to sixty per cent. Look at the 
statistics closely and you will almost certainly find the drug. In one 
recent study, twenty-five per cent of those men who reported 
methamphetamine use in the previous month were infected with H.I.V. The 
drug appears to double the risk of infection (because it erases inhibitions 
but also, it seems, because of physiological changes that make the virus 
easier to transmit), and the risk climbs the more one uses it. Over the 
past several years, nearly every indicator of risky sexual activity has 
risen in the gay community.

Perhaps for the first time since the beginning of the aids epidemic, the 
number of men who say they use condoms regularly is below fifty per cent; 
after many years of decline, the number of new H.I.V. diagnoses among gay 
men increased every year between 2000 and 2003, while remaining stable in 
the rest of the population.

In San Francisco, I spoke with several men about the thrills and the 
dangers of crystal methamphetamine. Their stories, often eerily similar, 
tend not to end happily. "I used to have the house and the Mercedes and the 
big job," a lawyer named Larry told me at Tina's Cafe. "Then I fell into 
crystal. Oh, my God, it was great.

I felt young and powerful and wonderful. And the sex. I was having the type 
of sex I could have only fantasized about before." He sat for a moment and 
sipped from a can of Diet Coke. "Crystal destroyed my life," he said. "I 
sold everything I could put my hands on. What I didn't sell, I lost: my 
house, my career.

The more I used it, the more I needed it. At one point, I broke into my own 
house to try and steal furniture.

Crystal tells your brain to go back and get more, more, more. The logical 
side of your mind is saying, 'I can't keep doing this,' but you are still 
on your way to the dealer's house." Larry has been off methamphetamine for 
three years, but he says the struggle begins anew every day. "Crystal 
motivates everything. The sex. The desire.

Everything." He shook his head. "I wish I had never heard of it, but I 
can't say it wasn't great."

Twenty million people have died of aids, most of them in Africa, where the 
epidemic grows more devastating every year, as it does in places like 
China, Russia, and India. Ten thousand people die each day-seven every 
minute-and seventeen thousand more become infected.

In America, however, the sense of crisis has passed.

After increasing rapidly throughout the nineteen-eighties, the number of 
new cases peaked in 1993, and within two years so did the number of deaths.

In 1996, when effective H.I.V. therapy became widely adopted, the incidence 
of aids began to fall dramatically. Few diseases without a cure have 
evolved as rapidly.

In 1985, aids was considered so horrifying that Ryan White, a 
sweet-tempered boy from Indiana, wasn't even permitted to attend his 
seventh-grade class for fear that he could infect his schoolmates. Gay men 
were routinely turned away by terrified staffs at hospitals, and film crews 
even refused to work on stories that involved aids patients.

These days, however, H.I.V. is often compared to diabetes-a chronic but 
largely manageable disease.

Yet aids has not disappeared in America; there are more than forty thousand 
new H.I.V. infections each year. (The numbers have remained remarkably high 
especially among black gay men, minority women, and drug addicts who share 
needles. What's new is the rise in infections in the gay communities in 
such cities as San Francisco and New York.) Nonetheless, aids has receded 
as a threat in the public consciousness, and as a cause for philanthropy or 
for political discourse.

That is almost as true in the gay community as it is anywhere else. After 
all, many people have seen friends or lovers rise from what seemed like 
certain deathbeds once they received the proper medications. Those 
medicines transformed gay life, and, naturally, the new physical realities 
were accompanied by a tremendous change in attitudes about what H.I.V. meant.

By the late nineties, there were thousands of men living with H.I.V. who 
were vigorous, healthy, and eager to reclaim the type of life they thought 
they had lost. As they began to gain weight and feel better, many returned 
to the kinetic night life that had virtually disappeared at the height of 
the epidemic, including all-night "circuit parties," which often include 
serial sexual encounters.

With bars in places like Chelsea and the Castro filling with healthy men, 
and the continual migration of new people in search of a more open life, 
some men began to wonder, What's so bad about H.I.V.? It's a treatable 
disease. Pharmaceutical companies ran ads depicting H.I.V.-positive men as 
rugged and virile.

At first, such advertisements seemed necessary, to insure that people 
realized that the new treatments could help them return to a normal life. 
But some ads went far beyond that. Impossibly active men were shown 
climbing mountains or racing sailboats, and though the ads may have been 
unrealistic, they played into the growing medicalization of America. 
Pharmaceuticals have become a basic part of the lives of millions of people 
in the United States, who routinely take pills for depression, cholesterol, 
and blood pressure, to help pay attention in class, to sleep, and to cure 
sexual dysfunction. The fact that tens of thousands of people were 
undertaking a battery of anti-H.I.V. medications didn't seem unusual.

"It's hard to maintain your vigilance for twenty-five years," Michael 
Siever told me one day at the Stonewall offices. "What was my life once? 
You used to walk down the street and see death everywhere you looked. 
People with lesions on their faces, people on crutches and in wheelchairs, 
if they could even go outside.

I went to memorial services every weekend. Always. This was a community of 
ghosts.

And that is not true anymore.

There is this cocktail, and it was like magic.

Before that, aids was always in your face; you could never put it out of 
your mind, but after enough years you just want to forget.

And now you can go somewhere and in the heat of sex-and I am not even 
talking about the drug part, just in the heat of sex-it's much easier to 
forget.

I used to have a button that said, 'If It Moves, Fondle It.' People miss 
those days and wish they were part of them, and the drug helps you get back 
to the place where all your concerns go out the window."

Crystal methamphetamine became popular among people in the gay community 
just at the moment when the drug cocktails for H.I.V. were starting to 
work, and when the Internet had begun to shape the way people interacted 
socially. "I was seeing a patient at one of the S.T.D. clinics one day," 
Jeffrey Klausner, who is the director of the Sexually Transmitted Diseases 
Prevention and Control Services of the San Francisco Department of Public 
Health, told me. "It was in the spring of '99, and we were starting to see 
a small increase in the number of syphilis cases in gay men: ten in 1998, 
and by the next spring there were already another ten. I asked this one guy 
how many sexual partners he had had in the past two months, which is 
something we always ask. And he said fourteen.

And then I asked him how many he had had in the past year. And he said 
fourteen.

"That was a little odd," Klausner continued. "I said, 'Well, what happened 
two months ago?' The man replied, 'I got online.' "

Klausner is a tweedy sort of doctor; he dresses in khakis, blue blazer, and 
button-down shirt, and unabashedly conveys the image of a man who is by no 
means cool. "I didn't have a clue what he meant," he said. "Nothing. So he 
explained it. 'Well, I am a fifty-year-old, overweight, H.I.V.-positive 
man. I am balding; I'm not that attractive. But I can go online any time of 
the day and I can get a sexual hookup.

I can go to this site on AOL and I can say I want to meet somebody now for 
sex. And that's all there is to it.' "

Recounting this story six years later, Klausner still looked mystified. "I 
asked him to explain.

And he told me, 'I go online and put out my stats-if I am a top or a 
bottom, what I like to do. I am a top, I am H.I.V.-positive. So I will say, 
"Does anyone want to be topped by an H.I.V.-positive guy?" ' "

Klausner continued to recall the conversation: " 'I'll get five responses 
in half an hour. And then I will speak to them on the phone.

If I like their voice, I will invite them over and look through my window.

If I like what I see, then I will be home, and if not I can pretend I am 
gone. It's been great.

I don't have to talk to anybody to do it. I don't have to go out of the house.

I can get it like this,' he said, and snapped his fingers."

After hearing the story, Klausner asked his public-health investigators to 
include questions about that kind of activity in their routine interviews. 
Seven out of the next nine people they saw had met their most recent sexual 
partner online. "It turned out that crystal methamphetamine and the 
Internet were the perfect complements for high-risk sex," Klausner said. 
"Crystal washes away your inhibitions. Makes you feel good and want sex. 
And the Internet is there to respond to your whims.

It's fast, it's easy, and it's always available."

Klausner and others embarked on studies that concentrated on the use of the 
Internet, on attitudes about aids, and on the role of methamphetamine in 
gay life. The results were hard to misinterpret: the Internet has turned 
out to be a higher-risk environment than any bar or bathhouse-men who meet 
online are more likely to use the drug, more likely to be infected with 
H.I.V., and less likely to use condoms.

Methamphetamine can be consumed in any number of ways: you can drink it, 
snort it, inject it, swallow it in a pill, take what is known as a "booty 
bump"-insert the drug like a suppository-or "hot-rail" it (a process in 
which you heat a glass bowl, put the powder in the glass, and inhale the 
vapors, which go straight to your lungs). "Methamphetamine has a 
nine-to-twelve-hour half-life, which means that weekend warriors can start 
on Thursday and only dose five times to make it to Sunday evening," Steven 
Shoptaw, a psychologist with the U.C.L.A. Integrated Substance Abuse 
Programs, told me.

Shoptaw and his colleague Cathy Reback, a principal investigator at Friends 
Research Institute, who also works for the Van Ness Recovery House, in Los 
Angeles, have carried out some of the most comprehensive research on the 
effect of the drug on gay men. "You are going to be active," Shoptaw says. 
"Feeling sexy. The libido will be pushed and, with the advent of Viagra and 
other, similar drugs, you no longer have to worry about 'crystal dick' 
"-which had seemed like the one obvious drawback to the sexual experience 
that methamphetamine provides.

Crystal methamphetamine constricts the blood vessels, which makes sustained 
erections difficult.

Viagra reverses that effect. "So now you can go from Thursday to Sunday and 
have outrageous amounts of sex," Shoptaw said. "It's cheap-you can get a 
hit for twenty bucks that lasts a day. It is the perfect drug." Shoptaw 
added, "The issue about how a drug interacts with a culture also matters, 
because, if having that kind of sex is important, then this drug fits with 
the culture in a way that cocaine and alcohol don't."

The physical changes caused by methamphetamine are profound.

The drug instantly increases the amount of at least three neurotransmitters 
in the brain: dopamine, serotonin, and norepinephrine. Those chemicals are 
released naturally by the body when we feel good, but crystal unlocks a 
constant flood of the substances, particularly dopamine.

In contrast to cocaine, which is almost completely metabolized in the body, 
methamphetamine lasts much longer.

As with all drugs, the bigger the rush the harder the crash.

After long use, the effects diminish in intensity, and depression is common.

Abusers forget to drink water, and can become dangerously dehydrated. The 
chemicals used to make the drug are so toxic that for those who smoke it 
there is the danger that their teeth can crumble and fall out. Severe 
anorexia and malnutrition are also risks. Methamphetamine can cause heart 
failure and stroke.

All users, not just addicts, suffer some long-term damage to the brain; 
memory loss and paranoia are common.

"In other places with other people, H.I.V. is a different issue," Shoptaw 
told me. "But with gay men it is about the drugs.

It's simply about methamphetamine. The data on that are so clear."

In Shoptaw's office at U.C.L.A., he and Reback showed me a slide that said 
almost everything one needed to know about the relationship between H.I.V. 
and methamphetamine use: it summarized a survey of how likely certain gay 
men were to be infected with H.I.V. If the men in the study said that they 
had used methamphetamine in the past six months, there was a low but 
significant chance that they would be infected.

For men who used it once in a while, the figure was twenty-five per cent. 
When the researchers interviewed chronic users, the number climbed to forty 
per cent. Sixty per cent of users in outpatient treatment programs were 
infected, and for users in residential care the number is nearly ninety per 
cent.

"You know that slogan from the Clinton campaign?" Reback said. "We have 
paraphrased it many times: 'It's the drug, stupid.' When you are talking 
about H.I.V. infection among gay men, it's the drug."

I walked over to the Starbucks on Eighteenth Street with my laptop one 
afternoon and went online.

There are dozens of sites devoted specifically to uniting men for the 
purposes of immediate, anonymous, and, often, drug-induced sex. The Web 
site Craig's List has unintentionally become a sexual superstore for men 
and women, straight or gay; there is m4m4sex.com and also manhunt.org, the 
current favorite in San Francisco. (There is hunkhunter.com and 
bigmuscle.com, among many, many others.) The sites were numbingly similar, 
and the advertisements on them couldn't be more explicit. Statistics are 
usually invoked, and pictures of body parts provided (or sought) as proof.

It almost makes the seventies, when throngs of men congregated in 
bathhouses and on the piers of the Village, seem innocent. Despite laws and 
regulations instituted at the height of the aids epidemic, sex clubs 
continue to exist in many cities; there is, for instance, the West Side 
Club, housed in an unexceptional-looking building in Chelsea, where 
men-both H.I.V.-negative and H.I.V.-positive-can have anonymous and, if 
they want, unprotected sex. Another club in New York admits only men with 
certain physical attributes; others demand that all clothing be checked at 
the entrance (except, apparently, boots). In San Francisco, clubs are 
legal, but most sexual encounters are not supposed to be permitted.

They are, of course; why else go to a sex club? At least there you can put 
a box of condoms on the counter and some posters on the walls. Education 
and interventions are not easily transferred to cyberspace. "The Internet 
sucks you in," Tom Orr told me in San Francisco. Orr, a 
thirty-four-year-old native of Seattle, rewrites show tunes in a salacious, 
funny way (much like "Forbidden Broadway"), from a gay perspective. "On the 
Internet, you can be whoever you want to be. Smoke some crystal, get 
online, and there is nothing you won't or cannot do." He is trying to quit 
the drug. For the most part, he has been successful, he said, but there 
have been occasional lapses.

At Tina's Cafe, for example, where he performed some of his songs, he 
mentioned a serious "Christmas binge." He said, "It's a constant 
temptation. It's everywhere in this town. Anyplace you swing your purse."

I went to the personals section of Craig's List and clicked on the link for 
"men seeking men." Then I typed the letters "PNP" into the search bar at 
the top of the page. ("PNP" stands for "party and play." It's the not very 
secret code that means you want sex and drugs.) "We call it ordering in," 
Orr had told me earlier.

In less than a second, there were seven hundred and seventy-one entries on 
my list. (This was just for that day in the San Francisco Bay Area. For 
comparison's sake, I carried out the same search on the New York City 
version of the Web site and saw two hundred and twenty-one postings.) The 
first San Francisco listing said, "Preppy white bottom guy, coming to 
Castro wants to get fucked." There followed an extremely detailed list of 
the man's various attributes ("38, 5'8", 150, medium complexion, well 
built, 8 x 6 cut") and his desires (needs PNP). Another post said, "U.L.L.4 
O. P.P.," which stands for "Up Late Looking for Other Partying People." 
Another said, "I'm a hot, down-to-earth, versatile black male and I'm 
looking for an erotic adventure.

Not interested in predictable 'orifice by numbers' encounter, and tired of 
scripted narratives/verbal roles." He went on to say that he was "PNP 
friendly" and "poz" (H.I.V.-positive), and that he was hoping for something 
hot and unexpected. Immediately.

"I don't want to romanticize something that was often very hard and even 
dangerous," Jeff Whitty told me when I met him the following week in New 
York. Whitty wrote the Tony Award-winning musical "Avenue Q," and he has 
talked a lot about the dangers of crystal methamphetamine. "But I long for 
the days when people would actually cruise each other.

I can't remember what I was reading-I think it was Gore Vidal's memoir, and 
he paints these pictures of being gay after the war, when you would follow 
someone for fifty blocks.

It was a weird, funny ritual, but in a way it was actually more open. At 
least you could look at somebody, see how the person moved, interact. But 
that is now gone. Now we have the Internet when you want to hook up. You 
can get sex within minutes.

Anonymous. No names.

No commitments. No connections. Is that what we are really looking for?"

One of methamphetamine's most dangerous effects is the weakening of 
inhibitions gay men might have about unprotected anal intercourse; people 
are suddenly happy to be receptive partners-"bottoms." The argument is 
often made that heterosexuals engage in risky sex, too, and that, in any 
case, most gay men don't. But it takes only a small group to fuel an 
infectious epidemic.

"I don't think I can say what kind of life most gay men want," Whitty said. 
"But if they are doing this on the Internet, with methamphetamine, and they 
are infected with H.I.V., then they are going to infect other people.

I don't care what kind of sex anyone has. That's up to them. But we have a 
problem. And we need to start dealing with it a little more responsibly if 
we don't all want to die. How many times does that message need to be sent?"

On February 11th, the New York City Department of Health announced that a 
gay man who had repeatedly engaged in unprotected sex with many partners 
while using crystal methamphetamine was diagnosed with a remarkably 
aggressive strain of H.I.V.-a "supervirus"-that was resistant to 
essentially all normal medications. The diagnosis was made late last year, 
and within four months the man had progressed to aids-a process that can 
take a decade or more. The announcement, which caused a furor in the gay 
communities of New York and other cities, was a frightening reminder of the 
precarious lives of the millions who are infected with H.I.V. But it was 
little more than that. There is so far no evidence to suggest that this 
single case represents a greater threat; the announcement seemed to have 
much more to do with publicity, awareness, and fear at a time when 
public-health officials say that complacency in the gay community has 
become common.

The man, whose name has been withheld, is in his mid-forties. He had been 
using crystal methamphetamine about once a month for five years but 
recently had started using it at least every week. Excessive use of crystal 
methamphetamine not only lowers your inhibitions but compromises the immune 
system, which is essential for any defense against H.I.V. Viral resistance 
is hardly new, nor is it a phenomenon restricted to H.I.V. Also, people who 
use H.I.V. medications need to take them at regular intervals.

A weekend drug binge, when reality is banished, and even water is rarely 
consumed, seems unlikely to encourage such a regimen.

Still, it was the man's age that surprised me. I could understand that 
people who had not been alive to see men dying by the thousand in San 
Francisco, New York, and other cities might have to learn to exercise 
caution. But the average age of newly infected gay men in New York and San 
Francisco is nearly forty.

The real problem lay not with naive youngsters but with those who had been 
aware of this epidemic virtually their entire adult lives. "You want to 
kill yourself?" Larry Kramer writes in his new book, "The Tragedy of 
Today's Gays." "Go kill yourself.

I'm sorry.

It takes hard work to behave like an adult.

It takes discipline. . . . Grow up. Behave responsibly. Fight for your rights.

Take care of yourself and each other." Kramer has been offering such advice 
for decades.

How, in 2005, can people ignore it? What could motivate a person who has 
lived through the worst of the epidemic to cast off the safe-sex practices 
that have protected him for years?

"For a lot of people, this is like coming out of a really tough war," 
Daniel Carlson told me. Carlson is a thirty-five-year-old former marketing 
executive who two years ago started H.I.V. Forum, in New York, because he 
was concerned that gay men simply weren't confronting the central problems 
facing their community. "They want to deal with it all by running away," he 
said. "There is tremendous pain and there has been for years.

The prevention message has been lost completely. It used to be simple: aids 
equals death.

Now the world is murkier than that. Fatigue is genuine.

But also gay culture is focussed on youth, and once you hit forty you are 
no longer that cute kid on the block, the pretty kid. You are not married.

You don't have a partner, and you are trying to assess what you want out of 
life. There are many who are confused and unhappy, and you mate that with 
cultural norms that have moved away from safety and you have a pretty 
explosive situation."

There is also evidence to suggest that the resurgence of H.I.V. is a result 
of problems that go beyond the midlife crises of gay men who did not expect 
to be alive today.

It is never easy to fashion a message that can change the behavior of a 
community-let alone a dispirited and often despised minority. "We knew from 
the first days of the epidemic that knowledge was necessary but not 
sufficient," Ron Stall, a professor of epidemiology at the University of 
Pittsburgh, told me. Stall recently left the Centers for Disease Control, 
where he ran the Prevention Research Branch at the National Center for 
H.I.V., S.T.D., and T.B. Prevention. "If you want to demonize the gay man 
about his sexual behavior, then you might as well walk up to somebody who 
is smoking a cigarette and ask him if he knows it is dangerous, or ask 
somebody who is driving without a seatbelt.

This is a basic phenomenon we see among humans-taking a risk because it is 
convenient in the short term, even if in the long term it is something none 
of us would do. After all, it's not just one cigarette that causes 
emphysema; it's making a poor choice for thirty years.

"The epidemic of crystal methamphetamine is real and it's serious," Stall 
continued. "But I suggest that everyone just stand back and ask, How is it 
that aids and substance abuse have been twin epidemics that have interacted 
and made each other worse?

That question has bothered me from the beginning." For his research, Stall 
has drawn on data collected from the Urban Men's Health Study, one of the 
largest surveys taken of a gay population. He looked at mental-health 
issues such as depression, partner violence, and substance abuse.

He also examined the extent to which the men in this study of nearly three 
thousand people reported having been sexually abused as children. "I was 
surprised to see the extent to which one epidemic was associated with the 
other," he said. "Depression, partner violence, substance abuse." He 
controlled the sample for race, class, level of education, and H.I.V. status.

Then he and his colleagues cross-referenced the data from all of the 
categories and found that each category was associated with all the others.

That means that there are at least four significant epidemics going on in 
gay communities in the United States, and that they are interacting and 
making one another worse.

Stall refers to this phenomenon as "syndemics"-a syndrome of interacting 
epidemics. The higher the number of the epidemics that any particular man 
experienced, the more likely he was to have risky sex, and to test positive 
for H.I.V.

"This suggests that substance abuse is a thread in a larger tapestry," 
Stall told me. "And one shouldn't forget that crystal methamphetamine also 
acts-at first-as an antidepressant. People talk about 'Will and Grace' and 
how accepting America is now of homosexuality. That is simply not true. 
America has come a country mile, I agree.

Still, in the state I just left"-Georgia, where the C.D.C. has its 
headquarters-"almost four out of every five adults recently voted to deny 
gay men and lesbians the right to even have a civil marriage.

We have an awful lot more work to do."

So, of course, does the gay community, which many people feel has badly 
distorted the fundamental message of prevention, by subordinating it to the 
idea that there is nothing wrong with being H.I.V.-positive. I went to see 
a Bay Area psychologist named Walt Odets one morning in his sunny, 
well-tended house, on a quiet street not far from the Berkeley campus.

For many years, his clients have been mainly gay men. He is fifty-eight but 
looks far younger.

Odets is an uninfected gay man who readily admits that for him the pain of 
the epidemic has not dissipated. "I still hold an intuitive horror about 
the whole thing," he told me. "Sometimes I think of myself as a trauma victim.

I had a partner who died in '92, and it is still a horror to me. But I can 
see that it depends on circumstances. Many people don't really care."

Odets believes that the gay community split in 1985, the moment a reliable 
H.I.V. test was available. "Before that day, everyone was in it together," 
he said. "Nobody knew who had it and everyone acknowledged that it was a 
horror. And then, in April of 1985, we started protecting people who had 
H.I.V. And we did that by normalizing infection-and we have done that all 
along. It has completely compromised prevention work, to the extent that 
when the aids Health Project, in San Francisco, put up a banner outside its 
facility that said 'Stay Healthy Stay Negative' the gay public was 
incensed. Men wrote in and said, 'I have H.I.V. and I am perfectly healthy. 
How dare you imply that I am not?' " While it has always been important to 
protect and support H.I.V.-infected men in the gay community, Odets argues 
that it has become difficult to teach men who test negative how essential 
it is for them to remain uninfected. "This is not about making positive men 
feel good about themselves," Odets said. "It's about protecting 
H.I.V.-negative men." He told me that he had even conducted workshops where 
it was nearly impossible to shift the primary prevention message from 
supporting positive men to remaining uninfected. "There is just way too 
much guilt.

Too much discomfort because what you are saying to a positive man is 'I 
don't want to be like you.' "

Daniel Carlson agrees. "There is some level of guilt about not living with 
the disease," he said. "About staying negative.

People will say, 'Oh, look at you going around and glorifying your negative 
status.' I don't go around and say, 'Hey, I tested negative today, joy to 
the world.' And, believe me, when people test positive they do talk about 
it and they get support. People like me-we keep our mouths shut."

A few weeks ago, I spent an evening stuffing condoms and lubricant pouches 
into packets at the headquarters of Gay Men's Health Crisis, in New York. 
The organization, founded by Kramer and several friends in his Village 
apartment in 1982, has evolved considerably since then. It was formerly run 
by, and for, white men, but its president now is Ana Oliveira, who has 
spent much of her working life in the South Bronx. You are just as likely 
to see a Hispanic man or a black woman in the elevator as a white man from 
Chelsea or the Village. The condom-wrapping group meets periodically to 
prepare packets (two condoms, two pouches of lubricant) to hand out at 
discos or gay clubs or in communities like Fire Island-any place gay men 
might gather to have sex. The annual Black Party was held at Roseland in 
March, and a team from G.M.H.C. was there with a supply of condoms.

The Black Party is one of many on the gay circuit where thousands of men 
meet to dance, to drink, and, sometimes, to engage in anonymous sex. The 
parties often last past dawn. A friend of mine who was there this year said 
that it was almost impossible to find a condom, or information about 
H.I.V., but that crystal methamphetamine was for sale everywhere and sexual 
activities ranged from "unbelievable to outrageous."

At G.M.H.C., six men sat at a ten-foot-long table in a conference room, 
sipping sodas and putting condoms into packages.

They talked about the epidemic as they worked.

Each had spent time in the past two years trying to persuade people to 
practice safe sex. It's not an easy task, but there are some signs of 
progress. "A year ago in the Barracuda"-a Chelsea club-"we couldn't even 
hand out condoms," Norman Candelario, a staff member at G.M.H.C., said. 
"It's better now. Not great.

But better.

Now we are asking why are people using crystal.

And the answers are always body image, stigma, age. It's really 
self-esteem. A lot of these men are just lonely and depressed."

Murmurs of agreement circled the room. "So we go right at that," Timothy 
Kokott, one of the volunteers, said. "We talk to people about the problems, 
and I tell them it is absolutely O.K. to guard your negative status.

This is our community, and we have seen too many people die in it. But we 
are not going to give up. And many of us never did give up. Yes, the 
crystal problem is real, and it's true that people don't protect 
themselves. We are going to have to change that." He stared silently at the 
back of his hands for a moment. "And we will. I absolutely believe we will."
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