I have these two amazing friends who happen to be in their late eighties. I met Sylvia when we were both doing volunteer work as AIDS buddies through the Jewish Board of Family Services. Because I was new and the Board didn't really have any fresh patients, they paired me with Sylvia. As her patient was proving to be quite a difficult case, she could use the help.
"Difficult" was an understatement when it came to this guy. "Fred" (name changed to protect the heinous) was possibly the most ignorant, fucked up person I've ever met in my life. And if you're at all aware of my dating history, that's saying something. Though he sucked many a cock in exchange for his beloved crack, Fred's feeling was that "faggots just wanna fuck and get AIDS." And yes, that's a direct quote.
In a way, I think I kind of deserved Fred and all his racist (in addition to homosexuals, he also loathed Blacks, Jews and anyone else who deviated from the white trash demographic) pinnings. I'd counted on getting a brave, plucky AIDS patient, who I could hang out with, shop for, and basically use to feel better about myself. (Aren't I good? I'm helping the sick!) What I'd imagined was an ailing Harvey Fierstein type. What I got was a sickly sociopath.
He'd lay on his stretcher in the solarium and hiss at me about all the "niggers and faggots" he'd willfully infected with the virus. All the while picking arguments with the other patients, most of whom were black. Did I mention Fred might've weighed 80 pounds if he'd managed to down his Ensure that day?
Fred was a completely hideous person and so Sylvia and I bonded over talking about how our personal feelings were at odds with our committment to help this douchebag. Figuring her for a grandmotherly type, Fred spared Sylvia his creepy revelations, but was always after her to pray with him. (Fat chance!) Me, he wanted to reach in and clean out the thrush in his mouth and would get pissed off if I wore a gown and mask (which we were forced to wear so he wouldn't catch anything off of us!). I know it sounds nasty to say, but both of us were relieved when he died.