Brer Fox
Slut
I am scared of HIV, so terrified, in fact, that I am being pushed back into the closet, or, further back into the close than I already am. It appears it is everywhere: I know too many who are positive, I have this weird idea in my mind that everyone has this disease, because I think everyone does. I mean, I know everyone does not, but how do I know that they don't? And now coming on the heels of the revelation that even more people are infected than have ever been suspected... oh wonderful! And it is coming back, I know it is coming back, people are just going to let it come back and let it garrote them until this entire community bleeds infected blood.
Suffering from severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, I have become a hypochondriac about this disease, but with a difference: I distrust these statistics, I distrust the contemporary spin, I do not know what to trust if anything. All I see is a bunch of heterosexual friends and acquaintances who do not have HIV, and who seem to have that care so many miles away it is a non-issue, and I turn around and see a bunch of homosexual friends and acquaintances who are, or are living with, or who know someone who is positive. "It's like one-third of all the guys in Northwest Arkansas have it," I hear an ex-lover of mine, "But what am I going to do, stop having sex?"
I have, I have not had sex with a man in almost a year, I have moved to pursuing heterosexual relationships. I feel safe with a woman, I do not feel the impending looming death sentence, because I know none of the women I have been with are going to have it, and even if they do, I am very unlikely to get it from them. Why? Because that is my observation. I have never heard of anyone I know even hearing about a female around here with HIV, let alone a purely heterosexual male. Now is where you label me a self-loathing homosexual, because my observation is: In Northwest Arkansas, only homosexuals have HIV/AIDS.
Let me assure you, I am well educated on the facts and figures. I have been to the CDC, Avert, HIVinsite, The Body, the SF Clinic, the BMA, the whatever. I have read books, I have seen programs, I have read journals... so why is this not reflected in my life? Why do all the white, middle-class heterosexuals in Arkansas not have HIV, whereas it seems all homosexuals do? If I continue to be 'straight,' despite being very unhappy, I will live a life free of the worry about HIV, and I will not have to sit there and think about it all my waking hours, and through a good proportion of my dreams... that is if I do not already have it, which, given my luck, I probably do.
I am not a slut, I have only been with a handful of men, albeit them being hookups (but that does not matter, no one is to be trusted), and I have used condoms for anal sex at all times... condoms that fail all the god damn time it seems. 80-90% efficacy is not good enough. I do not want the rope holding me over the god damn canyon of flesh eating barracuda to fail 10% of the time.
At my wit's end, I do not know what to do. I loathe my feelings toward men even more each day, because I know the decision to fulfill them is going to fill me with terror, so I just hide. Being a homosexual and living in the age of HIV is a sick joke. Fuck all the people dying around me, fuck sex being fatal, fuck all the worrying. Fuck fucking, unless it is with a woman. So I guess I will be straight, because the straights are the survivors.
This is part frustration, part virulence, and part cry for help, but I am beyond help, I fear, because no matter how much I know I am being irrational, I cannot help but feel like I am the one-eyed man in the world of the blind. Am I alone? Is anyone else scared to celibacy? I just want to live without the torture, the shame, and the inevitability that I am going to waste away to nothing and pretend it is okay.
I wish I was not insane.
Suffering from severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, I have become a hypochondriac about this disease, but with a difference: I distrust these statistics, I distrust the contemporary spin, I do not know what to trust if anything. All I see is a bunch of heterosexual friends and acquaintances who do not have HIV, and who seem to have that care so many miles away it is a non-issue, and I turn around and see a bunch of homosexual friends and acquaintances who are, or are living with, or who know someone who is positive. "It's like one-third of all the guys in Northwest Arkansas have it," I hear an ex-lover of mine, "But what am I going to do, stop having sex?"
I have, I have not had sex with a man in almost a year, I have moved to pursuing heterosexual relationships. I feel safe with a woman, I do not feel the impending looming death sentence, because I know none of the women I have been with are going to have it, and even if they do, I am very unlikely to get it from them. Why? Because that is my observation. I have never heard of anyone I know even hearing about a female around here with HIV, let alone a purely heterosexual male. Now is where you label me a self-loathing homosexual, because my observation is: In Northwest Arkansas, only homosexuals have HIV/AIDS.
Let me assure you, I am well educated on the facts and figures. I have been to the CDC, Avert, HIVinsite, The Body, the SF Clinic, the BMA, the whatever. I have read books, I have seen programs, I have read journals... so why is this not reflected in my life? Why do all the white, middle-class heterosexuals in Arkansas not have HIV, whereas it seems all homosexuals do? If I continue to be 'straight,' despite being very unhappy, I will live a life free of the worry about HIV, and I will not have to sit there and think about it all my waking hours, and through a good proportion of my dreams... that is if I do not already have it, which, given my luck, I probably do.
I am not a slut, I have only been with a handful of men, albeit them being hookups (but that does not matter, no one is to be trusted), and I have used condoms for anal sex at all times... condoms that fail all the god damn time it seems. 80-90% efficacy is not good enough. I do not want the rope holding me over the god damn canyon of flesh eating barracuda to fail 10% of the time.
At my wit's end, I do not know what to do. I loathe my feelings toward men even more each day, because I know the decision to fulfill them is going to fill me with terror, so I just hide. Being a homosexual and living in the age of HIV is a sick joke. Fuck all the people dying around me, fuck sex being fatal, fuck all the worrying. Fuck fucking, unless it is with a woman. So I guess I will be straight, because the straights are the survivors.
This is part frustration, part virulence, and part cry for help, but I am beyond help, I fear, because no matter how much I know I am being irrational, I cannot help but feel like I am the one-eyed man in the world of the blind. Am I alone? Is anyone else scared to celibacy? I just want to live without the torture, the shame, and the inevitability that I am going to waste away to nothing and pretend it is okay.
I wish I was not insane.

























