Friday, November 5, 2010

A Day in Hell...

So, a little background on me. I am a little OCD and a bit of a hypochondriac. So the prospect of sitting in on two eight hour lectures on Infectious Diseases with all the slides to go with is just about tantamount to my own personal hell. I have spent more time than I care to, completely convinced that some small scratch or bruise is the signs of something deathly and miserable.

Just talking about a result or symptom of some pathogen starts my rather sizable imagination running and I develop phantom pains and sympathetic symptoms. A prospect that makes my skin creep is the idea of suffering unto death from some wasting disease. So yes, lets spend all fucking day talking about it!

Not only that but the material is decidedly antagonistic against those that live alternative lifestyles, at least from my perspective. There is nothing wrong with education about the risks of any activity, that is good and necessary. But when that education takes the moral stand point that anything outside of a wholly heterosexual monogamous relationship is "risky behavior" and likely to severely likely to lead to horrible life ending consequences, then I get a little incensed.

I practice safe sex with my partners. I believe in safe sex, and I understand the importance of it. I understand that there are risks in anything that you do, but the way that they express the dangers of any sexual activity as opposed to public transportation or death rates on State highways, you might as well be playing Russian roulette with a semi-auto! "Here is a diagram of who you slept with, and who they slept with, and who they slept with. So last night you had the most solitary 200 person gang bang ever!" It's like the Gonorrhea version of the seven degrees to Kevin Bacon!

I hate the futility that it drums up in me, that if in your entire life you ever slept with someone who had more than one partner, then you must have a disease that will irrevocably change your life for ever! What fucking repressed Catholic nun came up with this shit? I hate it! I hate it wholly! I detest disease, that hopeless wasting away into a chronic pained old crone, twisted and gnarly, bleeding out from every possible pore in your body, spreading illness like beaded necklaces at Mardi Gras! Oh and just before you leave the class, "Be sure to wash your hands, boys and girls." Right because that's going to keep the terminally-illinator away after that little slide show! Thanks a fucking bunch!

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