The feeling when a portrait of deeply personal experience slowly slides into scattered episodes of classic American TV and ended with courtroom pontification..
He was ashamed, and he kept on being ashamed. He kept the shame going by having sex with men, 'cause that's what shame dose, it makes him think he deserves it. They are dying, and think, I brought this on myself. It's my fault because the sex that I love is killing me. The perfect virus came along to prove you right. He died because of you.