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...The Gift A
Documentary by Louise Hogarth
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Savage
Love
When you warn against
being a huge fucking slut, I know that I agree, but I don't know if
I'm being a huge fucking slut. I've had anal sex (with protection!)
on the first date, and I've had sex with guys without quite remembering
their names. But my lifetime sex-partner count is not that high (20!),
even if I am a youngish gay guy who can't go online without some dude
asking me if I "bb" (bareback!). Help me, Dan! How do I know
when I'm being a slut? -- Still a Little
Unclear on This Before we get to
your question, SLUT, I'd like to say a few words to the folks out there,
gay and straight, who want the whole bug-chasing subject to go away.
(Straights want it to go away because it's not about them; gays want
it to go away because it ma kes us look bad.) Sorry, gang: This story
isn't going anywhere. Last week Reuters reported about (and the Drudge
Report linked to) a documentary called "The Gift"
that was packing 'em in at the Berlin Film Festival. Louise Hogarth's
film features interviews with "a number of gay men who have deliberately
sought out the virus." Should be a big hit on the U.S. film-fest
circuit this summer. Still, there is
an upside for gay groups and AIDS organizations in the media's growing
obsession with the bug-chasing story: It draws attention away from a
potentially more damaging story. That story? While only a tiny percentage
of the roughly 17,000 new HIV infections in gay and bi men every year
can be attributed to active bug chasing (less than 1 percent, according
to a study conducted by the UCSF AIDS Health Project), that means the
other 99 percent can be attributed to -- let me put this as nicely as
I possibly can -- gay male stupidity, recklessness, naiveté and
bad luck. And isn't that a scandal in and of itself? Maybe not. On his
Web site last week, Andrew Sullivan -- the conservative commentator,
superstar weblogger and HIV-positive gay man -- contemplated the difficulties
in lowering HIV transmission rates. "Let's say that science found
treatments that reduced the rate of fatality from lung cancer due to
smoking by, say, 80 percent," Sullivan wrote. "What would
you predict would happen?" More people would risk smoking, of course
-- just as more people today are willing to risk HIV infection. "[Perhaps]
we have to get used to a certain level of HIV infection the way we have
become used to herpes, and every other sexually transmitted disease
which has affected mankind, gay and straight, for millennia?" Michael Callen,
the late author of, uh, "Surviving AIDS," blamed the early
HIV epidemic on the "rampant promiscuity" practiced by gay
men in the 1970s. Never before had so many gay men had sex with so many
other gay men -- and Callen was no exception; by his own estimate, he
had sex with thousands of men. "This level of sexual activity resulted
in concurrent epidemics of syphilis, gonorrhea, hepatitis, amebiasis,
venereal warts and, we discovered too late, other pathogens," Callen
wrote. "Unwittingly, and with the best of revolutionary intentions,
a small subset of gay men managed to create the disease settings [that
allowed AIDS to explode]." Today a small subset
of gay men is busily recreating those disease settings in backrooms,
through chatrooms and in sex clubs. The only difference between gay
men in the whoring '70s and gay men today is that we can't claim to
be "unwitting" about the potential consequences. HIV may be
less scary today than it once was, but if and/or when the next terrifying
and/or deadly STD emerges (and my money's on when, not if), well, let's
just say that there won't be a tremendous amount of sympathy for gay
men this time around. End of lecture.
Back to you, SLUT: How do you know when you're being a slut? That's
a tough one. Sluttiness, like pornography, can be hard to define. And
I'm not opposed to sluttiness per se. As one letter writer pointed out
in last week's column, I met my boyfriend of eight years under somewhat
slutty circumstances. What can I say? I've had some slutty sexual adventures
in my life, and I intend to have a few more before I drop dead. Still,
I think it's possible -- or imperative -- to make a distinction between
doing something slutty every once in a while and doing something slutty
every damn day. Any gay man who shows some restraint (i.e., doesn't
jump on every guy who looks at him funny) and uses his common sense
(noninsertive sex or condoms with casual sex partners) can't really
be accused of being a slut. Is he guaranteed a life free of HIV and
other STDs? No, he's not. He could have bad luck or one terribly reckless
moment or wind up in a relationship with a guy who lies to him. There
are always risks. But by keeping our slutty moments to a minimum, we
can also keep our risks to a minimum. -- Chicago Cub -- Equal Time |
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