Holding the man

'I reached out and touched his hair. He turned and kissed my hand. I moved closer until we were standing against each other. He smelt like soap and clean clothers. Gentle. Just holding and kissing gently. If this had been it, if I had died then, I would have said it was enough' The mid-70's - at an all boys Catholic school in Melbourne Timothy Conigrave fell wildly in love with the captain of the football team. So began a relationship that was to last fifteen years, a love affair that weathered disapproval, separation and, ultimately death. With honesty and insight it explores the highs and lows of any partnership: the intimacy, temptations and the strength of heart two men had to find when they tested positive to HIV.