Waiting Room Diary: The Dancing with the AIDS Results Show

7 Jun
one in two std

No they won’t, liar

I’m in the waiting room. Waiting to get my STD test results. The clinic door is open to Echo Park Avenue and someone is blasting Eminem at the stop light. Shut the fuck up, Eminem. Can’t you see I have AIDS?

I have AIDS and herpes and syphilis and HPV and gonorrhea and chlamydia and non gonococcal urethritis (unspecified) and hepatitis C and probably A, B, and D through J as well, and dick cancer and brain damaging spirochetes and crabs and whateverthefuck else, I must have it all. My appointment was for 3:30 but they flat out told me to come late, that’s when the doctor takes lunch. Why did I come at 3:30. I am a fucking idiot. I should have stayed home where there’s youtube videos to distract me and not just this blank document and my gnawing thoughts of all the dick eating infections I have. All the people I’ve killed, girls I fucked whose ovaries will get chewed into dust because of me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, whateverthefuck your name is. The Chinese chick with the purple toenail polish. You didn’t deserve this.

Except I’m fine and this is just a pain in the ass. The two week waiting period, the paranoia, this is the only bad consequence to unprotected sex. The fear and not the thing you fear. What people really mean when they want you to put a condom on is, they want to avoid this experience. The waiting, the praying, the agitation. Drawing blood. Pissing in a cup. They used to put a wooden Q tip in your dick hole, I’m told, which if that were still the case I would just not find out whether I had that disease. But STD tests are a penance. They are modern day self-flagellation. And just like a wrathful God, STD’s are much feared but never show up.

But to feed my paranoia I was looking through my OKCupid messages, looking at faces that I only then remembered fucking. Used to be getting laid was an occasion. I used to keep track of my “notch co– CAN YOU TURN OFF YOUR FUCKING TEN SECOND LOOP OF GOD DAMN CELL PHONE MUSIC PLEASE, STRETCH PANTS AZTEC WOMAN WITH HER STUPID BABY

Oh, she’s playing Angry Birds or something. At the absolute maximum volume the device will allow. Because why not. Why use earbuds or play the game at a reasonable volume when you could blast your Android up to 11 in this room covered with ceramic tile. Play a loop of electronic music which seems to take on words–




The mom’s kind of cute though. In a third world way. I imagine impregnating her in a palm hut somewhere while revolutionaries with helmets and AK’s are carted past in a diesel flatbed, on their way to incinerate her cousin. He was rumored to be sympathetic to the wrong acronym.

I’m reading a pamphlet in Spanish called Ser Padres. I am learning the symptoms for if my hijo has Apendicitis. Dolor fuerte si se presiona el abdomen. This will be useful to me some day. I will diagnose a small Central American boy with Apendicitis. The village will proclaim me a hero. The revolutionaries will fire their guns in the air in my honor. The squat Aztec woman will lie back awaiting my seed…

OK, time to go in.

Survey SAYS…

Nothing. I have nothing. I would feel like I dodged a bullet but I knew the fucking gun was empty. All the fearmongering is puritanical bullshit. Don’t use condoms, kids.

I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m pissed that I don’t have an STD. It would have been great material. People want to torture themselves reading about STD’s. They must google that shit constantly. If I had caught something and written honestly about this thing that everyone obsesses over and fears, you know… think of the page views. I would have become fucking famous.

What does a guy have to do to catch a break around here.

7 Responses to “Waiting Room Diary: The Dancing with the AIDS Results Show”

  1. aneroidocean June 7, 2013 at 4:11 pm #

    I for one am glad you didn’t catch more Heroin.

    Best reason to wear condoms is to avoid getting a girl pregnant. Could you imagine how miserable your life would be raising the baby of some heroin-addicted fuckup of a woman?

    Actually, that might make a good story.

  2. See Something Say Something June 7, 2013 at 5:16 pm #

    As a rule, if a girl says you need to wear a condom, you don’t; if she doesn’t, then you should think about it.

    My doctor just emailed me my STD test results, which was great. It’s how C students must feel when they open the mail and find out they got into college; all those sloppy mistakes washed clean.

    If only there were an easy way to erase all my non-sexual mistakes…

  3. Anonymous June 8, 2013 at 8:47 am #

    You can’t say you’re STD free if they didn’t test for herpes and have no manner of testing dudes for HPV.

    • DT Fan #15 June 8, 2013 at 11:29 am #

      Most panel STD tests do (antibody) test for herpes if you indicate you have reason to believe you have herpes. If you don’t have a rash on your dick, there’s no reason to get tested. Herpes antibody tests are 80% accurate; i.e. you have to get tested at least twice to be sure, so it’s a big scare/pain in the ass if you do test positive. They might also follow-up with a PCR test, taking a sample from the herpes sore. This test is extremely accurate, but, again, can only be done on a sore sample. I assume DT doesn’t have blistering herpes sores or we’d have heard about it. Anyway, my point is DT probably doesn’t have herpes.

      But damn, that would be a pretty cool story: DT gets an STD. Lordy he’s have worked hard for it.

    • Anonymous June 8, 2013 at 3:13 pm #

      HPV should barely be a blip on anyone’s fucking radar.

  4. onan June 12, 2013 at 8:36 am #



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