It is common knowledge (some argue common sense) that I and similarly oriented sexual deviants are banned for life from ever darkening the doorways of our respective communities' blood banks. Fine by me. I don't care much for needles and don't enjoy being pricked anyway, so it grants me an easy out to ignore pleadings for donations when, for example, a "didn't see that coming!" tragedy strikes with the inevitable consequent unexpected run on the bank. Sorry, but if you happen to fall victim to the fated just-around-the-corner terrorist attack or some such calamity, don't look to me for a potentially lifesaving transfusion. Consider yourself a goner, bub. Probably for the best, what with my probable taintedness and all. No, I'm not going to lie, I'll admit to having had man sex since 1977. Totally missed that cutoff date . My bad. Have a nice afterlife. Getting real ... okay, fine. I totally understand the early '80s freaking out. Common thoug...