It’s an intimacy few will know and fewer still will understand. The moment when you give The Gift. The moment when you receive it.
It’s then that the Bug Chasing fag looks deep into the POZ Man‘s eyes with infinite gratitude for the Toxic Seed that is even now being pumped into his body, taking hold, charging him, transforming him, liberating him from fear forever.
It’s then too that the POZ Man looks deep into the Bug Chasers, wordlessly communicating the certain knowledge that this fag is completely his. Even if they should never meet again, the fag is his.
For the fag is now and forever pregnant with the POZ Man’s very essence.