(word processor parameters LM=1, RM=70, TM=2, BM=2) Taken from KeelyNet BBS (214) 324-3501 Sponsored by Vangard Sciences PO BOX 1031 Mesquite, TX 75150 This article was taken from Double Helix in New York. It is an account of a personal experience. PET AIDS -------- One of the weirdest spinoffs of my recent trip to Russia was the news about AIDS in household pets, cats and dogs. The Soviets seem to have discovered it first and announced it to other national health organizations and, I am told, articles are starting to appear in the US about it. When I was over in Russia some of the people I spoke with including the Intourist host explained that sex as such in the USSR is one colossal nono and taboo. The society is quite puritan and Victorian about sex believing that it is meant only for the propagation of the species in order to populate the Motherland. All this is after a due process marriage, of course. Naturally hormones don't care abour Lenin. Men do have hormone arousals and attacks. In addition flats are small and scarce, with two or even three families living in a four-room apartment. This means the casual sex of the American stripe is pretty much precluded -- it's hard to lay your girlfriend when your aunt is sleeping on the cot across from you and your father is playing chess with your sister at the table in the corner. Now, on top of all this, in Russia you must earn the privilege to have a household pet. You work extra long and hard and you get a coupon for a dog or a cat. This you redeem at the Ministry of house pets or some such bureau and you are the proud owner (with a license) of a nice cuddly dog. Needless to say, pets are uncommon in the USSR. So we see Igor getting all hot and horny with his family all around his ears. Necessity to satisfy his biological urges causes a lightbulb in his head to go on! Igor fetches a large bath towel 'because the draft thru the wall cracks bother him' and in a flash the little cuddly dog is popped under it. Some minor commotion ensues and the dog jumps out all terribly confused. Igor is becalmed and his tension momentarily relieved. With little other outlet for sex urges, the dog is treated to frequent sessions under the towel. Soon, our dog sickens and Igor packs it off to the clinic. Oddly, it fails to revive under the usual medicines; the immune system seems deficient. And the dog dies. Apparently the periodic towel treatments overload the animals capacity to fight off "invading micro-organisms" in the form of sexual fluids. Now in Russia, ideologically speaking, there is no explanation for this odd death at all. Quite privately the physicians did have to own up to the cause and they alerted other countries. It took a few years to figure out what was going on firstly because pets are far and few between in Russia, secondly, most people don't have the smarts --or the nerve -- to bring a sick pet to a doctor. After all, the pet was awarded to the person and its sickness could be deemed a mark of unworthiness to keep it, given the centralized state control of everything. Now look what's going on in the USA. Here sex with housepets is a subset of the overall sex culture and, indeed, you can get books, magazines, appliances, etc. to promote and foster pet sex (remember, this is with human partners). Hence, for some time pets were brought to vets with arcane diseases that failed to respond to treatment. Vets in the sexually aggressive neighborhoods knew all along what was happening. And in the pet sex literature there were pieces about the cause of death among sexual pet partners. Well, when the Soviets leaked out the word -- pets are dying from AIDS -- there was no way to avoid the topic within the general public. So, although I myself have yet to see any articles on pet AIDS, I do hear about it at social gatherings and parties. Needless to say, no one in my circles ever owned up to sexxing with his or her housepet, but all state that they know a friend or neighbor who practices pet sex and lost a pet to AIDS as a result. Also, being that I work in the Village, (Greenwich Village in New York), I do see some heavy stuff going on between people and pets in the parks. Anyway, that's what you get from the good folk who brought you caviar and vodka.