Just the Tip

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

         Purpose: we all have one, and usually, it goes beyond our expectations. It will most likely transform over the course of our lives, as it should. My purpose in life versus my purpose in writing this blog are two separate agendas, but they are very much intertwined. Opening up about herpes has allowed me to connect with individuals from various backgrounds. Some are STI+ and have placed their trust in me. Some are social media gurus who just so happen to spend five minutes engaging me in a Twitter conversation. This blog has reopened a distinctly feminist self, which I lost touch with after graduation. While I was still attending college, I had a blog, much like this one. As we all know, days tend to fade together, leaving less time to devote to hobbies we once loved. So I stopped writing publicly for almost two years. This time around, my purpose has shifted. Yes, one of my goals is to educate, but ultimately, I want to start a conversation—and I have been successful in that endeavor thus far. Despite the fact that viewpoints may not change, I am witnessing a conversation where one previously did not exist. That difference matters to me.
This blog was not created on the premise that it would only be read by those who know me personally. My goal has always been to reach a larger audience. When I chose to disclose my herpes status publicly, there was a realization that this is larger than my story. That is how I allow myself to be so open for discussion, for confrontation, for all of the above. I am reminded of the feminist phrase, “The personal is political.” It was drilled into my head throughout my undergraduate career. I loathed hearing it, and writing about it in my papers became a semester-long nag--but I do not think I fully understood its context until now. By publicizing my writing, I am setting myself up for an open critique. Good. Talk about it, talk about me, that’s what needs to be happening. I have always been controversial, and self-admittedly, I enjoy it. I like engaging people in discussions about taboo topics. I like bending the rules set by society and provoking an alternative thought process. For example, when I tell people I am an aspiring sex therapist, there are three distinct reactions:
1)    The conservative eye roll and judgment
2)    The male puppy-dog, “you must be a freak” gaze
3)    The genuine, “Oh wow, that’s unique! Tell me about it” conversation starter
             With herpes, I am discovering the situation is much the same. I remain unfazed and am fiercely dedicated to my path.  In addition to this blog, there are actions that go unseen in regards to my involvement in STI/herpes activism and awareness. I have reached out to several of my professors from Salisbury University, my alma mater, and will be speaking there later this year. This week, I was invited to be a guest on a local radio show discussing sex. These steps seems small, but they are the foundation for furthering such a platform for sexual education and STI awareness. I am honored to be one voice in a sea of many.  




To The Women Who Don't Know-- My Eskimo Sisters*

Monday, February 1, 2016

*A heterosexual woman's perspective 


 I do not know any of you personally, but this is the closest that you will ever get to an apology from him. I am sorry he is too sheepish to tell you that he knew he has genital herpes. I am sorry he is too orgasm-focused to be honest with you. I am sorry he continues to live in denial, stringing you along. You will never get an apology out of him, and I am sorry for that. 
The truth being, you may never contract genital herpes from this fellow, either. Despite this, he chooses to put himself first. He is putting your health and mental well-being at risk by not informing you. He is not giving you a choice in your future.  At this point, I doubt he has even been tested. And even if he gets a standard STD test, I doubt he will ask for Herpes IGG (it's not included).  I never wish herpes, or any STD, upon anyone, but you should ask to see some record.  It has taken me a significant amount of time to be herpetic and confident; I know not everyone is as equipped to handle this combination as I am—which is part of the reason I put myself in the public eye.   
 There are times that I wish I could contact those women whom he is so obviously fooling, but that is not my place. So to the woman who thinks she’s won him over, the woman who thinks she has him hooked, I hope you think again. I hope you put yourself first in this. I know you’re asking questions, I know you’re thinking deeper than what you see. I know your friends are, too (They friend-requested me on Facebook, after all). I know how you feel towards me. I know, he likes your pictures--the selfies, the friends, the seemingly innocent moments--but that's his game. You think to yourself, "This time must be different. It’s me.” Well my dear, you and every other girl he’s focused on for six months or less. I know we only know one another through twenty-something, social media stalking, but I will be there for you if things ever do go awry. This is not a war between women. This is awareness-- this is education. 
If you ever do contract herpes from him, I pray you are stronger than I. I pray you can walk away, because he knew this time. He knew what he was doing to you. I don’t know if he knew he could infect me, but after what we went through, he’s going to do a number on you, and I hope you step back and realize your worth. No one deserves a long distance lover, especially when you’re five miles down the road. And you, you're miles away


Sincerely,

Your fellow Eskimo Sister with HSV2  


*This could be applicable to men or women. This is based solely upon my own experience. 
**PS I assure you, he's convincing you this isn't him. Talk to me; I won't bite.