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Jul. 8th, 2004 05:51 pmI have something to say.
Five years ago, I developed a blister on my labia after having condom-protected sex with a new partner. Testing identified it as herpes simplex 1, a form which usually, but not always, presents orally. How I got infected remains a mystery to this day.
I am not dirty. I am not disgusting. I am not a pariah. It does not go without saying that I should absent myself from poly settings for life. Sleeping with me is not a sign that you lack intelligence or self-respect, it is a sign that you are really fucking lucky.
And unless you have never had genital contact with another human being, you'd be a fool to think that it couldn't have happened to you.
That is all.
Five years ago, I developed a blister on my labia after having condom-protected sex with a new partner. Testing identified it as herpes simplex 1, a form which usually, but not always, presents orally. How I got infected remains a mystery to this day.
I am not dirty. I am not disgusting. I am not a pariah. It does not go without saying that I should absent myself from poly settings for life. Sleeping with me is not a sign that you lack intelligence or self-respect, it is a sign that you are really fucking lucky.
And unless you have never had genital contact with another human being, you'd be a fool to think that it couldn't have happened to you.
That is all.
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Date: 2004-07-08 03:57 pm (UTC)A gossip in my workplace saw the meds in my purse and began whispering to co-workers that I had (shock, horrors!) herpes. One of them came to me in concern.
CW: "So and So is saying you have herpes."
Me: "I fail to see how that could possibly be any of her business."
CW: "She said she saw herpes pills in your purse at lunch."
Me: "Uh huh. Well, I am taking a precription for a viral infection. You do know that cold sores and herpes I and II and chicken pox and shingles are caused by related viruses, right?"
CW: (sighs in relief) "Well, no. But which one are you taking it for?"
Me: "Why?"
CW: "So I can tell So and So she's wrong."
Me: "Like I said, it's none of her business."
CW: "Don't you care if people here think you have herpes?"
Me: "Not really. I don't plan on sleeping with any of them, so whether or not I have herpes, or the clap, or bilious fevers is really none of their business."
CW: "I don't understand you."
Me: "That's okay."