Why do my gay brothers insist on referring to sex as “play?” I play with children and puppies. Giving a blow job is not some whimsical, innocent action. It is work, that’s why the word “job” is in it. Blow, Hand, Rim—they’re all jobs and I am employed full time in Accounts Receivable.
As part of my dedication to journalistic integrity and ethnography, I choose to take Glen up on his offer to “stay and play” at the sex club. I decide to participate.
In low-risk behavior, of course.
Is anything “low risk,” you ask? Well, name your risk. For me, HIV is the risk I’m trying to avoid. If you’re trying to avoid herpes, Gonorrhea Pearlman (Cheers reference), syphilis, warts, chlamydia—everything is high risk unless you’re in a latex body suit. And then you run the risk of chafing. For all of the ambiguity surrounding the risk levels of various sexual practices between men, can we agree that receptive anal sex without a condom runs the highest risk for contracting HIV? (Fine: Receptive anal sex without a condom while sharing needles runs a higher risk.)
I feel duped. I had not signed up for anal sex. I thought there was an understanding: glory hole = blow job.
The never-ending corridors of sex clubs would be a great place to power walk. Old queens could lace up their Reeboks and head down to the local encounter establishment at 5am for a few laps. I can only troll these corridors so many times, passing the same faces over and over again, without wanting to throw in the cum rag.
I select a man and follow him into the adjoining glory hole.
I pull my dick out, put it in the hole, and this random goes to town on it. There is a hastily built partition between us so I can kind of see his head bobbing, but mostly look up at the ceiling like I’m at a urinal. He seamlessly transitions from blow job to hand job. Like a child on their first plane ride, my dick is never left unattended. Out of nowhere I feel the warm sensation of my dick in an ass. I do not have a condom on. I look down at the hole and see his ass pushed against it and when everything clicks in my head, I pull my dick out like it’s on fire.
My instinct is to wash my dick off immediately. Is that the “right” thing to do? I’m not sure. I just know I want him off of me. I feel duped. I had not signed up for anal sex. I thought there was an understanding: glory hole = blow job. And if there is going to be some anal going on, there’s usually a pause in between the blow job where they hand you a condom or ask if you wanna fuck them. This man did it all so gracefully. He must have been on roller skates.
I immediately began calling friends to seek reassurance. “You’re fine,” they all told me recounting stories of the many people they had topped without protection. Of course most of my friends have had syphilis two or three times. My concern was HIV. I knew that while it is possible to contract HIV as the inserting partner, it represents, as the Centers for Disease Control says, “substantially less per-act risk” than if I was the receptive partner. Also, the brief duration of the sex means less exposure time. I was in his ass for maybe ten seconds. But what if he had just taken ten loads in his butt right before me? Glen’s words from earlier in the evening rang in my head: I don’t want anyone getting sick on my watch.
I tried not to think about it over the next day and a half. The damage, if any, was done. Or was it? I remembered an HIV counselor telling me about PEP, Post-Exposure Prophylaxis also known as Post-Exposure Prevention. The Center for AIDS Prevention Studies explains on their website there may be a window of opportunity in the first few hours or days after exposure in which the use of Protease inhibitors paired with other HIV drugs may prevent HIV infection. The CDC even recommends PEP for some health care workers after needle-stick injuries and other occupational exposures. So why haven’t you heard of PEP? There is a great deal of controversy regarding their effectiveness and perhaps most compelling, whether the availability of these drugs will lead to an increase in high-risk sexual behavior. A study by the San Francisco PEP Project actually shows a decrease in high-risk sexual behavior after PEP.
PEP is effective up to 72 hours after possible exposure and I was at 48 hours. It was a Sunday and the gay health clinics were closed so I decided to go to the hospital to get the meds. I first explained the entire story, sex club and all, to the leery nurse who snidely responded, “Oh, so you had no idea you were going to have anal sex?”
God, grant me the serenity not to rip this woman’s face off. “That’s right,” I said. “I had no idea.”
After sitting in the waiting room for 90 minutes with a scarf over my mouth and nose (a homeless man had shit his pants), I was able to see the doctor. He told me that they usually reserve these drugs for high-risk exposure, which mine wasn’t. The chances of contracting HIV as an insertive partner were 1 in 1,000, according to his numbers, but he agreed to give me the drugs if I wanted them. How could I not take the medications if there was any chance of contracting HIV? A month of taking 5 pills a day with a few weeks of diarrhea and nausea is surely worth evading a lifetime of being positive.
My 28-day regimen ended a few days ago. I’m infinitely grateful these drugs were available to me. Like a teenage hoodlum going to visit prison for a day, I feel a sense of being scared straight. The first two weeks I was ill. I needed to line my underwear with a ShamWow just to be safe because even the most seemingly innocent fart could turn into a levee break.
Two of my HIV-positive friends had a bet as to when I would finally crap my pants. They would answer my phone calls: “Did you crap your pants yet?” On top of the physical discomfort, there was the shame I experienced at the hospital when the nurse clearly didn’t believe my story. I felt like just another reckless homo in her eyes or maybe I was just projecting my own shame. I think of this experience as a minute look into what it’s like to live with HIV. Of course I had the luxury of avoiding some of the most torturous emotional aspects.
I didn’t have to live each day waiting for the other shoe to drop, wondering if I would make it to the next milestone. My dear friend, Mark, who was diagnosed with HIV in 1986 and was told he would die in two-to-five years, used to live his life in seemingly mundane milestones. He remembers wondering if he would live to see the 105 Interstate to LAX be completed. The traffic-clogged freeway was finished in 1993. Mark is still here.
I didn’t have to agonize over whether or not to tell loved ones. Even if it’s an easy decision not to tell your family — you don’t want to upset them; you don’t want them to treat you with kid gloves; you don’t want them to abandon you — there is the isolation of braving the disease on your own. It still surprises me how many of my HIV-positive friends withhold their diagnosis from their families regardless of their bond with them. Not wanting to worry mom is the most common reason I hear.
I didn’t have to experience rejection by a romantic or sexual interest due to my HIV status. My HIV-positive friends unanimously agree that their status significantly affects the chances of finding a partner in an already limited pool of suitors. In the mid-90s, a man asked my friend Mark if he was “okay” before they had sex. When Mark pressed the man to elaborate, the man answered, “You know, do you have the Heebie Jeebies.” We laugh about it now, but it’s no different than the well-meaning person who asks a potential partner if he is “clean.” How does that leave the HIV-positive person feeling? Dirty, damaged, and tainted.
I find myself examining the correlation between risk and responsibility. It seems logical that the more responsible one is, the lower the risk of contracting diseases. I own my decision to engage in sex at the sex club. Did the venue itself heighten the risk?
Glen, the manager, says sex club sex is safer.
But, shit, anything could happen to do your dick in a glory hole. Forget diseases, the person on the other side could be waiting with a machete. And then I think about those hot serial killers like Jeffrey Dahmer and how I would have definitely gone home with him back in the day.
Perhaps there is no such thing as low-risk, anonymous sex. Even if it’s not anonymous, condoms break, people lie. Sex is no game. Don’t call it “play.” Healthy, low-risk sex in 2009 is hard work.
nikko
True true.
Coke
Same thing has happened to me – look down and there’s an ass. Panic. It oughtta be against the rules, but there are no rules.
Synnerman
Thank you for sharing your story.
Jim
Just think! If you hadn’t been so sleazy and had random sex through a hole-in-the-wall you would never have had this lovely experience. Why should you or any man that knowingly partakes in high risk activities be worthy of sympathy? I keep my pecker in my pants except when I am in a committed relationship. It’s a choice, we all make them every day.
M Shane
Funny , everyone here in Minnesota who has AIDS since we have a very high population and no clubs and few bars gets it from their partners.
Sex clubs shuld be a place where somone is especialy aware. I had sex in clubs rampantly during the first decades of Aids and never got anything. not even crabs.
ChristopherM
@Jim:
Oh please Judge Judy. You sound just like some church lady protesting with Fred Phelps. People fuck up…all people. If you can’t have sympathy for that, then you must not be a very good friend.
InExile
Oh dear, all this talk of glory holes, sex clubs, and other unholy things…….I’m heading to my nearest church for a hook up!
sebastian
scary
Father Christ-on-a-Stick
@InExile: I’ll see you in the confessional now, my son.
Phoenix (I'm Clutching My Pearls...And My Lube)
@ M. Shane:
I think most people are more likely to have unprotected sex with their partners/long term relationships because they trust them. Whereas a hook up isn’t likely to be trusted at all and therefore people are more likely to be cautious.
Phoenix (I'm Clutching My Pearls...And My Lube)
@ Matt Siegel,
In regards to the crapping thing: Dude, you know they make incontinence undergarments right? They make them so they look just like underwear now. I know you might find it embarrassing to shop for them but as a former pharmacy employee we’ve heard it all and no request for anything we sell is shocking. If you’re still embarrassed, just say you’re buying them for your grandfather.
InExile
@Father Christ-on-a-Stick: I just got back, I confessed, and the nice minister said it was OK. It made me feel uncomfortable as his hand inched up my leg, I told him I was married and could never do a man of the cloth. He continued to unzip me and I yelled for the sister, she made him stop. He said I was forgiven for reading Queerty. 🙂
scott ny'er
I’ve heard of PEP. Don’t ask me how, I’m sure you can figure it out.
I’ve also had some dude try to sit on me (without asking or intimating) and I was like “whoa, what r u doing.” Freaked me out.
ggreen
Shame on you Matt you have engaged in activity not approved my ChiChi Larue, the Glenn Beck of gay porn. Ms LaRue has been telling gay men how to have sex for years, but I hear it’s one of those do as I say situations. All gay sex must be as generic and passion free as one of her lame videos or else.
Mike Barton
ShamWOW! LOL!
jimmy
“Glen, the manager, says sex club sex is safer.”
safer how? if you add up the numbers, say you fool around with one guy, then that guy fooled around with 3 guys, and who did they fool around with? it brings the “when you sleep with some one, you sleep with who ever they slept with” into one night.
granted every one knows the risk when they go, but i’d say the chances of getting something (clap/syph/etc) from one guy you take home from the bar is far less then at the sex club.
Rasa
We all have our lives to live — the way we want to do it.
No judgements. No rules, even.
For me, it’s been a rough road at times as I’ve begun to question “What am i willing to risk in order to scratch the itch?”
For awhile, I wasn’t even that aware of things like consequences or risks or addictive/compulsive behavior…
“Do what you want — with no restrictions!”
(Who wants restrictions?)
But when things began to crash (literally), it was either “find someone to blame” or “find a way to shrug it off” or…. “Wake up!” — or (even worse) “Take responsibility for my own life”…
For some people, it’s all about “celebration”– especially after dealing with a lifetime of repression and oppression.
And for some others, it eventually has to become about “recovery”— because the “Celebration” turned out to be “Fool’s Gold”…
And even worse, the gold turned out to be poison.
Good luck to you–
or as Charles Dickens put it,
“God bless us, everyone!”
Lynn David
Almost makes me nostalgic for 1980….
rudy
@M Shane: M SHANE, this is now the second thread where you’ve noted, “since everyone here in Minnesota who has AIDS since we have a very high population and no clubs and few bars gets it from their partners.”
Are you suggesting that your “rampant promiscuity” reduced HIV transmission?
TomChicago
In addition to the “clean” misnomer you cite, there is another prejudice against those who are poz, when “disease-free” is linked to “drug-free” to form “DDF”. It’s an unfortunately glib, superficial association to make.
jason
If this was a situation where straight guys were sticking their dicks through holes for women to suck, you’d be referring to the women as sluts. But because this is a male-male scenario, suddenly it assumes some higher moral standing as if “this is what men do, it’s fine”. Give me a freaking break!!!
One can only surmise that gay men are just as hypocritical as straight men. We really aren’t that much different from them.
Jeff
Thank you for sharing your story. It reminds me that random sex these days JUST IS’NT worth it!
z
@Phoenix (I’m Clutching My Pearls…And My Lube): Another problem, though, is that too many people rush to trust their “long term” partner and take the condoms off.
dgz
@z: also true.
Physicians recommend 3-6 mos. wrapped with a monogamous partner before considering unprotected sex. it can take awhile to test positive after contracting the hivvy, especially with the rapid test that most use today.
T
There is one key ingredient I think missing from a bathhouse/sex club encounter = communication… especially at glory holes since there is a wall (literally) between you and the other participant.
I wish we could all get over this fear of honest communicating… yes it may not always end in a lay but it will in the long save more lives.
Tim in SF
“On top of the physical discomfort, there was the shame I experienced at the hospital when the nurse clearly didn’t believe my story. I felt like just another reckless homo in her eyes or maybe I was just projecting my own shame.”
I fail to see why the conversation went beyond “I believe I may have been exposed to HIV and I want to take any available prophylactic medications.” Is it really any of her business how it happened? I highly doubt she even asked, but if she did, I’m even more puzzled as to why you would feel compelled to give the whole story about how some bathhouse queen sat on your dick, unbeknownst to you.
Is it possible you volunteered a bunch of information about the situation in order to separate yourself from people who are exposed to HIV through intentional butt sex? Or is it possible you were just nervous as hell and let your mouth run?
Just curious. How old are you, anyway?
Tim
Can I just tell you, ask a person who did HIV testing for 3 years, your doctor was right, you probably didn’t need the drugs.
HIV is spread 2 ways, blood and semen. If you had no open cuts on your dick, you didn’t have some guy bleeding your dick or rubbing semen on it, there was almost no risk.
I know your argument was there was you want 0% risk… but if you know anything about statistics 0.00001 is still 0.
Most people who do get infected have a number of other factors like an STD, not enough lube that causes abrasions, drug use that leads to long fucking. Without him bleeding on you AND you having some sort of sore or cut that he would have to get ALOT of blood into, you aren’t going to get infected.
However, most guys don’t know about this because we’ve had a generation of AIDS scaring the shit out of anybody to do anything without a condom, and now there is a condom backlash and we wonder why…
MackMichael
Wow, I had no idea that having lots of anonymous sex without condoms was so darned safe! Gosh, I wonder how the 524,000 people died who were supposed to have died from Aids? I wonder how in the heck 1.5 million people have been infected in the US, or the 33.2 Million people who are infected world wide got HIV? What did the 5700 people who die each and every day do wrong when it is so safe to have condom-less sex with multiple partners? What are the 5 people who are being infected this very minute, the the five people who were infect in the last minute, or the 5 people who will be infect in the next minute are doing wrong? Every 15 seconds a person between the ages of 15 and 24 contract HIV, even though it is really really really hard to get. Now I’m going to be up all night trying to figure out how all my really healthy young buddies in the 1980’s and 1990’s got the virus that would end their lives, because golly…it is so really hard to contract.
Well, I’d ponder more, but I’m certain that many of you need to get out there and fuck as many guys as you can without a condom, so have at it, because absolutely nothing will happen to you!
Cam
@M Shane: you said “Funny , everyone here in Minnesota who has AIDS since we have a very high population and no clubs and few bars gets it from their partners.”
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I just did a quick search of Minn. on the Damron guide and it looks like it has it’s share of Bars, Clubs, Cruisy areas, etc… It looks like there could be lots of people there having one nighters, not to mention the people that travel for vacations etc….
Minneapolis
Bars (10)
Nightclubs (7)
Cafes (10)
Cruisy Areas (2)
St. Paul
Bars 2
Nightclubs 1
Rochester
Cruisy Areas 1
Moorehead
Nightclubs 1
Mankato
Adult Bookstore 1
Duluth
Bookstores (1)
Men’s Clubs (1)
Erotica (1)
Bemidji
Cruisy Areas (2)
Coke
@M Shane – and that’s not to mention Craigslist and all the other “dating” sites.
Jay
I totally agree with @Tim
You did not need and should not have been given the medications. 10 seconds in and out does not represent risky sex that could have infected you with HIV.
Taking the drugs when you dont need them is dangerous, it could leave you with a possible resistance to that set of drugs if god forbid you ever did need anti-retrovirals.
Not only did you put yourself through worthless worry, but by sharing this part of your story, you are, as Tim mentioned, contributing to a climate of not just fear but of absolute petrification when gay people have sex.
You ask if the venue itself heightened the risk, well compare the risks of having sex in a sex club; STD’s and yes a possible contraction of HIV, not from something like you experienced but from proper bareback sex, the type that the gay porn and sex industry is finding so lucrative
comparing that with the other places to seek sexual encounters, parks late at night, cruising areas, truckstops, public toilets, where you not only run that risk of STD’s or HIV, but you are leaving yourself totally open to muggings, arrest, assault, sexual assault, rape, or even murder.
Why any person seeking immediate, anonymous sex with another man would go anywhere other than a licensed, safe, clean gay sauna or sex club, with lube, condoms, showers and safer sex information available is beyond me. Yes you are risking your sexual health, a risk that you can to a large extent control, but compare that with risking your very life anywhere else.
bill
being a married guy, i used to LOVE glory holes. would just get handjobs and a blowjob with a rubber on. Until someone asked me this:
“If you knew the guy on the other side of the gloryhole had AIDS, would you still have sex with him because you’re wearing a condom? ”
Of course, my answer was HELL NO !. Then he asked me “how do you know he doesn’t have it?”
gulp.
Ryan
http://g0ys.org/noapology.htm
Nuff said.
nikko
Thanks for the link, RYAN. That site has lots of good information like THE MAN2MAN ALLIANCE. However, I do think they err in that anal pleasure can still be intensely erotic, masculine,and relatively safe. I love man ass, penetration or not, though I haven’t practiced it in over 5 years. I’m std free. I love male love, and and the gay scene has just about destroyed male love to being a shrill, destructive voice that scares all men away.