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Here's the story. I need to unload somewhere cos I am not outta the closet, so telling my mates that I have the clap will lead to other questions, which will lead to questions I ain't ready to answer yet. So, here it is...
In July of 2008, I discovered online pick-up joints for men. "Holy shit, this is awesome! It's like hitting the town without any of the hassle," I thought. So, I became a little slut. After doing the counting today, it is about 12 different men that I have had some form of sexual experience with in 4 months (not including mutual masturbators and premature ejaculators).
Anyway, thankfully for me, I got symptoms. The main one being the burning pain when urinating sometimes. So, despite being tested in August, I went to the doc and said: "I suspect I have the clap." Yes, I am not so gracious when conversing.
Then, such a bad, bad week. I tried to forget about the tests and I tried to keep myself busy. But it was always there in the back of mind. And when I was hanging a leak, it was in the front of my mind, lol.
It got worse though, cos as the time got closer, my stupid imagination got wilder. And all weekend, I was freaking out about HIV and syphilis. "Jesus fuckin' Christ, what is wrong with you man? You deserve whatever you get."
Monday (today) comes along. I am resigned to the fact that I have chlamydia, despite not knowing it for a fact. I almost throw up in the doctor's lounge due to the waiting (not to mention that my appointment was thirty minutes late, stupid Uni surgery).
So, now I have the clap, and I thought the worst part was over. But no. I have to inform EVERY SINGLE PERSON I HAVE BEEN WITH. Since July.
I knew about my infection at 11:30am. The next twelve hours were the worst twelve hours ever. I really did not realise that I had the capacity to be an horrendous person. But when my mind starting drifting towards not telling any of my partners. "It would be easier. They're gay, they don't need to know." I watched, like, 10 episodes of the office. I went down the road to buy a case of beers. I started to drink so, so many beers. And only after that did I resign myself to start emailing everyone that I have been with.
Being unsafe sucks. I am now taking myself off the market. I am forgetting about sex for the summer. I am just... I'm just really disappointed with myself.
IN SUMMARY: get yourself tested every three months if you're a slut, every year otherwise. My doc said 4% of 18-25 year olds have the clap in Australia. This shit is dangerous if left alone. Please, if you don't get regular tests, DO IT. NOW.
(Thanks for letting unload all this.)
In July of 2008, I discovered online pick-up joints for men. "Holy shit, this is awesome! It's like hitting the town without any of the hassle," I thought. So, I became a little slut. After doing the counting today, it is about 12 different men that I have had some form of sexual experience with in 4 months (not including mutual masturbators and premature ejaculators).
Anyway, thankfully for me, I got symptoms. The main one being the burning pain when urinating sometimes. So, despite being tested in August, I went to the doc and said: "I suspect I have the clap." Yes, I am not so gracious when conversing.
Then, such a bad, bad week. I tried to forget about the tests and I tried to keep myself busy. But it was always there in the back of mind. And when I was hanging a leak, it was in the front of my mind, lol.
It got worse though, cos as the time got closer, my stupid imagination got wilder. And all weekend, I was freaking out about HIV and syphilis. "Jesus fuckin' Christ, what is wrong with you man? You deserve whatever you get."
Monday (today) comes along. I am resigned to the fact that I have chlamydia, despite not knowing it for a fact. I almost throw up in the doctor's lounge due to the waiting (not to mention that my appointment was thirty minutes late, stupid Uni surgery).
So, now I have the clap, and I thought the worst part was over. But no. I have to inform EVERY SINGLE PERSON I HAVE BEEN WITH. Since July.
I knew about my infection at 11:30am. The next twelve hours were the worst twelve hours ever. I really did not realise that I had the capacity to be an horrendous person. But when my mind starting drifting towards not telling any of my partners. "It would be easier. They're gay, they don't need to know." I watched, like, 10 episodes of the office. I went down the road to buy a case of beers. I started to drink so, so many beers. And only after that did I resign myself to start emailing everyone that I have been with.
Being unsafe sucks. I am now taking myself off the market. I am forgetting about sex for the summer. I am just... I'm just really disappointed with myself.
IN SUMMARY: get yourself tested every three months if you're a slut, every year otherwise. My doc said 4% of 18-25 year olds have the clap in Australia. This shit is dangerous if left alone. Please, if you don't get regular tests, DO IT. NOW.
(Thanks for letting unload all this.)