Miguel Santiago

A prick, an injection, and a cup full of piss.

Two days ago I got tested for HIV. The result was negative and all unsafe actions from 3 months and beyond are now absolved. Hoo. The idle moment in the waiting room was almost unbearable, my mind won’t stop screaming and my feet were tapping crazy.

I’ve been called a slut, whore, and a big bad influence homo as a joke (or a half-meant insult) but I never really paid attention until they were the only words I can hear in that facility. If by “slut” you mean to have sex with multiple partners like a bunny, then i swear on my favorite Ben Sherman shirt that I am not a slut! I tend to have long term relationships and I only sleep with my partners.

What about random strangers? What about random strangers… I blame my loneliness! This is probably the only reason why I create minute-relationships with dozens of guys. In case you were wondering, it doesn’t involve sex! Company and presence is what I truly seek and it is amazing when the other person just wants that temporary pacification of loneliness as well!

Anyway, it is starting to feel like i am trying too hard to prove that i am not a whoreifying little asian butt. Which I probably am, because I can be a whoreifying little asian butt at times. My biggest concern was about something I did during the time my sobriety was out of reach - wired like a fuckin overcharged battery! My point is, no matter how responsible you might be and no matter how strong you grasp your moral standards, if you are placed in the wrong time with the wrong people consuming the wrong things, you still might end up doing the wrong things! I’ve learned how to avoid situations like that no matter how much loneliness kills. Make it a point that a negative result is an obvious result rather than a blessing!

Practice safe sex.

Alter your consciousness ONLY with the right people.

Know your status for yourself and for the people around you!