Sex is worth dying for! In this sense, death is power’s limit, the moment that escapes it; as such death becomes the most secret aspect of existence, the most ‘private’ even. To die for the love of boys, what could be more beautiful? The anonymous sexual encounter, perhaps also in an S/M offers the prospect of being liberated into something different, often in a limit experience as what happens in a dark room of a night bar. As such HIV/AIDS became another limit experience, and if not cared to a fatal one, leading into potentially suicidal acts of passion, bareback, with consenting partners, most of them likely to be infected already, deliberately throwing caution to the wind, wagering their lives together. Fucking other to death, or, even better still, being fucked to death ourselves.
