THE RESULTS ARE IN :: Yesterday was the first time that I went for a real HIV test. I’ve had blood work done at my family doctor in the past, and I have been SUCH a good boy, but it was still one of the scariest things I’ve ever had to do in my life!
The questions they ask you when you’re there are the kind that you react to with a nervous laugh, even though you should be taking all of it seriously. Maybe I’m a child, but I burst out laughing when they shoot off ten questions, each of with having to do with bare-backing, cum, lube, bottoming, and multiple partners.
Then they prick your finger, take blood, leave the room for what seem to be the longest five minutes of your life, come back, tell you everything is fine, give you a lollipop, and you leave. Or at least that’s what happened yesterday for me. It’s scary to think that some people don’t get let off so easy. People actually go in with the same intentions that I did, think they’re fine, but their test comes back positive. Having HIV is not a life-sentence, but it’s definitely something that is preventable, and I encourage all of you to do your best to be the best responsible sexual partners you can be. Yes, I’m preaching. Honesty is the best policy!
I know my dad’s probably reading this, and it’s not like I’ve said tamer things about guys or my sex life on this blog or on television in the past, but I can honestly admit to being an extremely smart and careful sexual partner. I’m as hot-blooded as any other guy, but I know that being safe is the smartest thing to do! So, get tested regularly everyone. They give you a friggin’ lollipop for Madonna’s sake!
