With all due respect, this is my full and honest response to your queries.

With no constraints, no fears, no limitations, declaring myself so on many public forums, gay hook-up and cruising apps, and in all live encounters with men, either sucking cock and getting fucked, or seeking such, with a widespread reputation which precedes me, I really do suck as much cock and get fucked as often as I express here. I openly solicit poz cock. Poz men then feel free to fuck me, and all others are made aware of my exposure. I am a slut of cock, a whore for cock. I do not pretend to be otherwise. For many men who remain uninfected, straight men, married men, curious men, despite the risk, surrender to the thrill of fucking someone like me is an easy choice. For poz men the thrill lies in endeavouring to poz a cumdump like me.

I have always been fearless. I have been diagnosed as being psychologically incapable of fear. After years of preparation, my father fucked me for the first time on my seventh birthday. I have never looked back. Even when I was very, very young, I did not hesitate to ask, to beg, for cock, for cum. I will spare you the lengthy biography, except for these details. When I was 29 years old, I suddenly became deathly ill. The doctors never did determine what was the matter with me. My entire nervous system shut down, first my balance, then my orientation, then my sight, then… In response to an unknown, every treatment attempted failed catastrophically. Eventually, with a final spinal tap, before descending into a coma, I was pronounced incurable, and likely never to recover, even never to regain consciousness. While in a coma for ninety days, I was kept on life support. When I finally emerged, to the amazement of doctors, the only apparent loss was that of my experiential memory.

It was never determined what had contributed to my illness. I ad confided in doctors, prior to succumbing, that I had an extremely active gay sex life. I did not give details, but I confessed a total disregard for safe sex. Of course, upon examination, it was easy to see that I apparently had no constraints sexually. My cunt, after a lifetime of fucking, provided immediate, undeniable evidence of my sexual preferences and practices. Before I went under, I had arranged for a regular, i.e., frequent lover to be notified should I regain consciousness. He was an older man – old enough to be my father. He had been fucking me for years. When he came to the hospital to pick me up, with tears in his eyes, he kissed me full on the mouth. He knew me well. I could not remember who he was. On the trip home to his place, he told me our story. Despite and still, though I really did not have a clue as to who I was, or what I was about, I accepted my friend’s description without doubt. When I fell into coma, he had collected all my valuables, including years of journals. He assured me that they would confirm his claims of my homosexuality, my insatiable need and desire for cock. He put my hand on his hardening cock as he drove.I felt good there.

As soon as we got behind his closed door, he unfastened his belt and dropped his pants, revealing a beautifully thick ten-inch cock. He did not have to urge me to do so; I immediately fell to my knees, and sucked him to orgasm. As his cum filled my mouth, as I instinctually swallowed it, somehow, I knew that it was right. Later, after more sucking, and fucking, he brought out my journals. As far back as I had recorded, for as long as I could read and write, since my father’s first fuck and before, I acknowledged that I was a faggot, a sissy, with no sexual interest whatsoever in girls or women. My experiences and exploits made it clear. My destiny had been set, never to be altered.

Most of my adult life, I have lived abroad, in Asia and in Africa. I never slowed down. I never refused a cock. In Africa, I acquired malaria, and have it still. With bouts of malaria, my blood is effectively renewed. With the revivification of my blood comes the purging of toxins, both active or dormant. I am briefly debilitated, then my strength is enhanced. My immune system, too, is, by malaria, bolstered again and again and again. Bugs that get others down, somehow elude me. In combination with my filthy sexual preferences – drinking pee and eating shit – which also strangely revitalise and invigorate me, the effects of malaria upon the core of my being are nothing short of miraculous. I am not deliberately tempting fate when I am fucked by so many poz men, I am confirming fate – my individual fate that I am invulnerable to the virus, invulnerable to all immune deficiency disorders and diseases.

All my life, too, for as long as I can remember, I have been prescient. Combining my natural clairvoyant capability and the prophetic prowess of my native matricentral Brythonic Celtic sisters of the coven, with the learned presaging powers of Native Americans, Chinese, Southeast Asians, Slavs, and Bantu sub-Saharan Africans, I have been telling the fortunes of others, and foreseeing my own, since I was young. I read palms, faces, Tarot, cards, and numbers. In Gabon, where I have permanent legal residence, I was decades ago invited to live amongst other magicians in the Magicians’ Quarter of Libreville. I know my destiny. I know how long I will live, and how and where I will die. Needless to convey, as I fearlessly flaunt all imperfections, I likewise flaunt this one – my paranormal invincibility before at least sexually transmitted disorder and disease. (I am, too, though, naturally immune to many other diseases, including those of the respiratory system, and all pox.)

In conclusion, then, I am able to go where many fear to go, and where others dare not go except in submission to fate. What is mine, is mine; what is not, is not. The time and coordinates of my death have been indelibly inscribed upon the windowpanes of eternity. My name is there and nowhere else. I only go bareback, because I am a faggot. To be a faggot is my destiny. To deny that ineluctable destiny is to contradict, to forswear, to betray all that I am, and all that I will ever be.