Yet the moment that you take that first spoonful, something seems off. Perhaps it's the after taste, or the first taste of the dish that has you questioning "what is in this meal?' yet you carry on. Consuming the entire bowl, nothing apparently wrong hits your senses, until a few hours go by and you're holding onto your stomach which is cramping, as you feel your body contort and waves of nausea wash over you...

Image yourself at a bar with some friends. Now imagine that you're a select minority of people (a gay individual) during the mid-to-late 1970's in America. After a night of comradery and fun with friends new and old at your favorite watering hole, you're met by a stranger. Perhaps they look familiar to you, perhaps not. All you know is that they're frequenting the same bar as you...