It’s Safer To Live Over A Toxic Dump Site Than It Is To Be Gay


A hard-hitting report from the CDC notes that because of the prevalence of HIV/AIDS and other STDs, it is practically safer to live over a toxic dump site than it is to be gay. As Joseph Sciambra points out on his website, quoting the study:

-67% of HIV-positive men reported condomless anal sex with a male partner

-65% of HIV-negative men reported condomless anal sex with a male partner

-When asked about their most recent sexual encounter, 26% of HIV-negative MSM and 20% of HIV-positive MSM reported only having had oral sex

-Of HIV-negative men aged 18-24, over 28% reported condomless receptive anal intercourse in certain cities where at least, a quarter of the “gay” male population is HIV-positive: Atlanta (34%), Baltimore (30%), Dallas (31%), Houston (25%), Miami (25%), and New Orleans (26%)

-Those cities were at least 20% of the “gay” male population is HIV-positive, includes: Chicago (20%); Detroit (24.4%), Newark (22%), San Diego (24.9%), and San Francisco (20.9%)

-In comparison, the CDC estimates that there are 1,218,400 people in the US infected with HIV; that is approximately 0.37% of the total population; that means – in some “gay” communities, the HIV rates are nearly 95X higher than in the general population; at the infamous Love Canal toxic dump site in New York State the risk of cancer was only 1.7-2 times higher than in neighboring areas and birth defects were 3.4 times higher than in the rest of the country.

Joseph Sciambra, a former gay porn actor turned Catholic and anti-homosexuality activist, who has famously, consistently, and unashamedly said that sodomy is from the devil himself, noted that the health effects of the “gay lifestyle” are long lasting, as he knows from personal experience:

In 1999, when I got out of the “gay” lifestyle, I was left only with a racked and ripped body. Although, while living in San Francisco, I frequently visited a local proctologist, who catered mainly to the male homosexual community, I always knew that someday I would have a very heavy price to pay. That day arrived, in 2001, when, after several years of almost incessant bleeding, I went to a doctor who discovered that I had become severely anemic. He treated that, only, the lingering cause of my general ill health had to be addressed; then, I underwent a series of extremely painful surgeries – it took care of the bleeding, nevertheless, I was left with only a partially complete colon and an embarrassing amount of incontinence. It’s a constant reminder of my past.