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01/12/2004
I am in Cynthia's kitchen. I have to swallow some aspirin. I take a glass full of water off the table. "That's mine," she says, warning me. "I just drank out of it."

"I know. I don't care."

This is our ritual. When we eat sushi, I dip my tekka maki in her sauce. I steal slices of ginger off her plate. "Don't worry," I tell her, "I don't have a cold. You won't catch anything."

She is my friend. Once she was my lover. She has AIDS. I will not let her drift beyond the world of human touch.

~Pat Califia, "Slipping", Melting Point, 1993

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