04 May 2007

Stylin' Friday: On the Source of My Infection

A short look back — or not — on how and when I might have become infected with HIV in the form of a Shakespearean sonnet, complete with iambic pentameter. (If you haven't read Will S's blog, you should try to find it here, here or here). While I am pretty sure they didn't have the interweb back then, I am equally certain that the Bard is splattered all over the virtual world, perhaps even wandering around Second Life looking for characters.

Enough with the prologue, bring on the sonnet!

Whither My AIDS Indeed!

Shall I attempt to pin the blame on you?
You gave me STIs and God knows what
My throat got sore, my penis burned, and ew!
What are those warts a-growing in my butt?

Or maybe it was you, the guy I met
While walking home at 3, and through the snow
I clearly said I didn't want to get
Fucked condomless, but you did not hear "No."

I know there were some other times as well
A few, a handful — all that I regret
But on these things I know I cannot dwell
As angry, sad or spiteful I might get.

The answer is as plain as plain can be:

My energy is better spent on me.

3 comments:

Brian said...

A very sound attitude to adopt. I'm a dweller, a trait I inherited from my mother. I spend a lot of time reminding myself to utilize my energy on that which I can control. Still, it's hard.

iPoz said...

I always say, I feel sorry for those infected through blood products; at least my prick was bigger and I had a smile on my face!

Lubin said...

Just came back and re-read this today.

Always stayed w/ me, as it seemed like a KM version of "Why D'ya Do It?"

Of course, all creative credentials equally owing to you and Marianne Faithfull, while taking in respectively Christopher Marlowe... err, I mean, "Shakespeare."

(Maybe Piaf is also relevant here...).

Cheers....

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