January 6th 2013
email from me
So, I suppose maybe I freaked you out by my last email about the HSV, as I’ve not heard from you.
I’ll update you. Just because, well, I figure most people should know this kind of stuff, and being that you and I have a sexual past, we should be able to be direct about this kind of thing.
So. I went to Planned Parenthood in Manhattan (a fucking trip of itself, what with the protesters and the PP volunteers in a two block radius of the entrance, bulletproof glass, bag searches, metal detectors, and buzzers in the door). The lady doctor told me that there are false positives and false negatives all the time, that without an acutal outbreak to swab and test, the test results mean little to nothing, and there’s no reason to ever have any concern unless you actually have symptoms. Even after I told her that Songe’s ex has HSV2, and that he now tested positive for it, she said that since he never had an outbreak that test result didn’t mean he had it, and she STILL didn’t want to test me. I got tested anyway, since that’s why I was there.
And then she went on about how 90% of the human population as HSV1 or HSV2, so until you have symptoms, it’s just pointless to care, basically.
So.
I guess it doesn’t matter.
I mean, I’m never going to touch someone with open sores on em or anything, but at least it’s not a thing to worry about.
It seems to be more considered a virus that most people have in some form, but there are an unlucky few who can’t seem to fight it properly.
Anway, in case I freaked you out, I hope this assuages any fears I might have sparked.
email from STefan
Nah, you didn’t freak me out. I can’t imagine what it would even take to do that. I just forgot to get back to you.
I’ve just been a little lost in a bad place.
I’m glad you guys are okay and everything checked out fine. Bye for now.
January 7th 2013
emails from me
I don’t like that you are in a bad place, man.
Well….
hey.
Y’know. I am often available in the evenings. My roommate goes to work at 10:30pm Mon- Thurs, and I spend the rest of the evening puttering about to myself, most nights. Also, my roommate smokes cigarettes in the apartment, and I’ve got a vaporizer. So, if you ever want to hang out somewhere and chat and chill and chainsmoke and vent, my crappy apartment exists.
If you possibly feel you might be an imposition, it wouldn’t. It would really mean a lot to me for us to be able to be comfortable friends with each other, and i imagine we might be really good influences on each other these days.
I am in Manhattan about to get some cheap food and head to my fav bar, if you feel like joining me.