BILL NW IOWA

Hello, and welcome to my 3rd attempt at a web page. Now it has been said that I don't share much of myself. Well.....I suppose in away that is true if you dont ask the questions I rarely offer the answers. But due to much nagging I have decided to help you out... But be warned it maybe more than you ever wanted to know.

Now what is it you want to know...okay the boring stuff 5'7", 167 lbs, Br/Br, stached, hairy, versitile, what else?..... oh that!!!..well you will have to come find out in person.... oh and for you icq followers unc = uncle NOT uncut.

So now for the life story: I was born on April 25 1963, yes this makes me a "Taurus" and yes I am very stubborn. Dont believe me? Just ask my computer 'guru' BOZ (LOL the poor guy puts up with a lot from me)

I was raised in a small farm town in Northwest Iowa called Kingsley, population around 1200. In 1981 I left for the army and the world and vowed never to live in rural Iowa again (so I lied.. sue me). Boot Camp at Fort Jackson South Carolina "Tank Hill" . AIT Fort Ben Harrison Indiana. and Permanent Party stationed in Fort Polk Louisiana ( wich I lovingly refer to as "Ft. Puke Lousyana") Got out of the Army November 83. Moved to Austin Tx. April of 84. Moved to Sioux Falls, South Dakota April 85. Moved to Bigelow Minnesota November 85. Went to alcohol and drug abuse treatment April of 87. Moved to Villard Minnesota Febuary 88. Moved to Glenwood Minnesota June of 88. And in October of 88 I moved to Indianapolis Indiana. This is where the story will begin. For two reasons 1. Cuz much prior is a blur and 2. Cuz there is WAY too much to put on a web page for those years.

I am creating this page during the Holidays wich always remind me of my 2nd Christmas in Indpls. The picture to the left is myself. And the one just to the right of that is Robert Christopher my first true lover.

Bob was an adorable person who I will always cherish as starting me on the road to being who I am today. He was funny, witty, stupid, and ironic all at the same time. And I loved him dearly. (rest in peace my friend you desevered better than I could ever give).

I met Bob in a bar in Indpls...He was the bartender and I was the nightly customer from November 7 1988 until March 12 1989 I would see him every evening around midnight as I was on my way home from work.

On March 12 1989 he asked if I wanted to join him at his place for drinks after work. I did and just didn't leave. Was the start of some very beautiful memories.

Our new house and me getting my morning coffee (this is as much flesh as you will probably ever see from me)

Me getting to meet Ryan Idol. He is such a doll.

Our back yard took alot of work but it "looked good" as Bob would say. We had many compliments given to us.

	Our two cats Miss Grey and Hateful. Miss Grey was the drag queen and Hatefull sure was.			This picture was just to show the size of that drag queen cat LOL. She is sitting next to my nephew Justin only a few weeks old.

Now for a little narrative. Like I said earlier Indianapolis was the beggining of my life.... and the end. In Febuary of 1992 Bob was diagnosed with HIV. I of course stayed in denial. it was a bumby road and we had many trials and tribulations... one of wich was "Tony". And to this day I will still love you Tony where ever you maybe. You see Tony was Bob's "ex" the one before me. The only problem was they were still best friends. If you can imagine how well that went over with me. LOL I have since out grown such foolishness and before I left Indianapolis Tony and I were good friends. Tony was a drag queen...and no not a female impersinator Gawd he hated that expression. The two pictures fallowing are "Tony" and "Miss Moore" yes one in the same you tell me wich is wich.................................

Like I said in Febuary of 92 Bob was diagonosed with HIV. In Febuary of 93 he visited his mother in Florida primarily to make ammends and to let her know what was going on with him. When he came home he said "Pookey" (his favorite nickname for me) I want to live by the ocean before I die. So in September of 93 I quit my $65,000.00 a year job. Had a yard sale for a month (made $4000.00). Packed up the uhaul and moved to Florida. Now many of you have heard me say "Florida" is a nice place to visit but I will never live there again. Well there is reason for this. It was the worst and some of the best times of my life... But I never want to go through it again. You see by this time Bob had full blown AIDS and it was hitting his brain. Florida was of no help. I carried 3 jobs at minimum wage paid for his medications, our housing, our everything. The $10,000.00 I had saved for our new house was gone in no time. Bob had become a complete invalid. I had to bathe, groom, and care for him constantly. Finally the State of Florida provided us with a nursing service that could come out for 32 hours a week. No this was not much but it did help tremendously.

In taking care of Bob and trying to get assistance I met up with many others who were in the same situation as Bob and had no one to take care of them. In that 10 months of living in Florida I made and lost 12 of the most precious friends I think I will ever have. I only regret that I only have pictures of one to share with you. And to not let you think I was a saint or anything.... I didn't handle all this well at all.. again I turned to the bottle... and to speed. The booze for the pain and the speed to keep me going. I survived on a hour and a half of sleep a night.

Trust me I was no saint, infact I was a complete drunk, and I regret most of my time in Florida. Below is a picture of Bob on the beach. Wich he so much loved and the second picture is of Jerry and his Birthday present Kayley. Bob didn't know who I was the last couple of months of his life. I am not quite sure who that was harder on he or I but I loved him no matter what.

Bob I love you as much today as I ever did and I miss you dearly.... I hope your soul is finally at peace my friend.

In June of 1994 my old boss offerred to move me back to Indianapolis. I jumped at the chance. I forgot all about HIV/AIDS and everything that went along with it. I through myself into my work and averaged 95 hours a week. But yes I kept drinking and I kept doing speed, but I was trying to go on with my life and run from the pain. I still hadn't acknowledged that I was HIV possitive and followed the old rule: if you ignore it long enough it will go away. In May of 96 I was putting my garden in and all of a sudden I couldn't breath. I collapsed on the ground. Thankfully my neighbor was watching me and called the ambulance.

I was rushed to the hospital, two collapsed lungs, and pnemocysis pnemonia. Well the denial was over. I laid in the hospital for 3 weeks, with chest tubes and all kinds of machines going. my cd4 count was 17 and everyone had given up on me. I was told I may last another 3 weeks if I was lucky. I don't know exactly what happened to me in that hospital...but I told them that they were full of shit and I would live just to make everyones life miserable. LOL and I did too.

Well if you have made it this far I just dont know what to say, beside thank you for taking the time. This page actually has been more for me than anything I have went through alot memories as I sit here and type and so much more reflections.