If they're Russian, they cannot profit from this site anymore - all major payment systems have them isolated, and Russian public is not profitable for multiple reasons.
And while they cannot make money from the site, they can keep losing it on upkeep and server costs.

Was such a friend myself, being a whiny and obnoxious jerk. Sadly, most of it I understand only in retrospect, after my straight friend of 10 years finally kicked me.
And now I'm a lonely and miserable jerk.

Never got beyond lightly contemplating it because I'm a coward.

Empty.

If they're Russian, they cannot profit from this site anymore - all major payment systems have them isolated, and Russian public is not profitable for multiple reasons.
And while they cannot make money from the site, they can keep losing it on upkeep and server costs.

@ianfontinell I meant as a sort of a job requirement: if you're already infected, you have fewer things to be afraid, so you might as well move to bareback segment.

Also, I'm not working in porn, I'm only watching it.
And for me caring is pointless - I have little to no chance of getting sex either way, so the condoms are simply irrelevant to me. And I have no say in porn studios politics on the issue, to close the argument.
Yes, I'm aware I can get both HIV and regular STI through means other than sex, so I still get screened regularly, just to be on the safe side.

I prefer bareback porn. And then I somerimes feel guilty, because I read somewhere that gay porn actors in bareback are all HIV+ already, and that's why they no longer care about rubbers.

@anythingold Thank you, that actually cleared something for me.

@dadesnine Currently - always none. Everything seems pointless.

@dadesnine It's just a convenient word to describe my situation, because I'm literally involuntarily celibate. I do not care about their rhetoric and do not visit their communities (tried, once, several years ago, after hearing the word for the first time, but got bored in about 5 minutes and quit).

Alas, I tried to see several therapists - they didn't know what to do and just talked about some vague things like shame, failing to elaborate when pressed, tried to get a hobby or something, which drained the last bits of interest from my life, and tried to start meeting people - this ended in a disaster, mostly.
When you're covered in boils, and the doctors just shrug after 8 years of futile attempts to cure you, you begin to see speeches about not giving up and finally finding someone as an elaborate trolling. Don't see how big and proud gay comminuty can help with that - people are people, and avoiding such things is a rather reasonable instinct which I cannot judge.

Have thoughts somewhat related to the title, though it's mostly me being crazy.

I'm in my late 20-ies and wildly fluctuating between "Have to find a boyfriend before it's too late for starting" and "Ugh, it is already too late, gotta calm down". Visible gray in my hair doesn't make this better.

30 yo is not an old age for sex and relationships, but only if you're already somewhat experienced. For the first-timers it's somewhat different - I've missed the whole "exploration" phase due to some problems, which are still present and no sex is possible, and my first ever date was at 28 years (and it was a joke, though at least it didn't end in a disaster).

I'm an incel for reasons unrelated to being gay (skin condition and dubious sanity) - should I come out, or that would be a waste of time and nerves?
I'm 28, living in Russia, my online friends know about me, have little to 0 friends IRL, tried secretly dating ans closet wasn't a limiting factor, and listed stuff isn't getting resolved in observable future.

Problem with such shows is that you cannot really check them - their supposed orientation could be designated at random (or specifically) by screenwriters with the real thing being completely irrelevant.

Dunno - never tested it on real people.

Was such a friend myself, being a whiny and obnoxious jerk. Sadly, most of it I understand only in retrospect, after my straight friend of 10 years finally kicked me.
And now I'm a lonely and miserable jerk.