Jared is a 31-year-old man who lives in Chicago. This is the last of three installments in his story. Here's part one and part two if you'd like to catch up.
So you know the exact incident in which you contracted HIV.
Yeah. It was at this bathhouse in Portland.
Up till then you'd been getting checked regularly?
Totally. No more than six months between tests since I was 16.
So tell me about the encounter and how you figured it out.
It was August of 2005. I'm 23, and I'd had a few experiences of getting with HIV-positive dudes without a condom, [...]
The 1975, in all their teenage angst and glory, have been building serious momentum all year with singles like this, the propulsive and irresistible "Sex." Their other material is similarly unapologetic but also textured and surprising: they're in turns richly ambient, pop-punk bouncy, tart, delicate, and '80s-movie sincere. You can stream their self-titled debut at Fader now, good listening for the sunny long weekend ahead.
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