Halfbreed Aztec
2020-07-01 22:25:01 UTC
Although I am not very sociable and am therefore not entirely certain of the fact, I sometimes have a feeling that the city that I presently reside in might have high rates of homosexuality, prostitution, and sexual degeneracy in general, and as such, perhaps also high trates of sexually transmitted disease. As I have only had sexual intercourse with one female in my entire lifespan, and that over thirty years ago, I doubt that I myself have any sexually transmitted diseases at all. My ex-girlfriend herself very probably did not have any sexually transmitted diseases when I did lay with her sexually over three decades ago, or at least I hope not.
I have certain concerns about acquiring a sexually transmitted disease in the city that I now live in, if sexual activity is in fact as virulent as I sometimes suspect it to be. Such sexually transmitted disease need not be acquired by my giving way to the possible sexual debauchery of this location alone either. I could, for example, perhaps catch herpes simplex from sitting on a public toilet seat, something which I fortunately very seldom do.
But I could also become infected with a sexually transmitted disease through a more sinister venue. I have speculated the possibility that a resentful of disgruntled restaurant employee might perhaps slip a crumb of feces or other biomatter that might contain HIV into my food as it is being prepared, or that a similarly inclined nurse who is checking me for illness might poke me with a hypodermic syringe that is likewise infected with HIV.
Perhaps such worries are somewhat unrealistic and even offensive to some, for which I duly apologize. But it is not always so easy to be sexually chaste, as I try to be. I would therefore hate to acquire a sexually transmitted disease through no culpability on my part. That could include catching a sexually transmitted disease from someone in my own household. I am referring to my own mother, whom I reside with, or the migrant laborer who has been my mother’s friend or bedmate for the past several years.
I once did my mother the favor of doing some minor work on her toilet seat, for example. I would hate to have caught something from touching the possible fecal residue that might perhaps have been on that toilet seat, even if in small amounts. Sometimes that risk frustrates me so much that I want to move out, into a place of my own. But as I can not readily afford such a move on my income, for the time being I will just grin and bear it.
I have certain concerns about acquiring a sexually transmitted disease in the city that I now live in, if sexual activity is in fact as virulent as I sometimes suspect it to be. Such sexually transmitted disease need not be acquired by my giving way to the possible sexual debauchery of this location alone either. I could, for example, perhaps catch herpes simplex from sitting on a public toilet seat, something which I fortunately very seldom do.
But I could also become infected with a sexually transmitted disease through a more sinister venue. I have speculated the possibility that a resentful of disgruntled restaurant employee might perhaps slip a crumb of feces or other biomatter that might contain HIV into my food as it is being prepared, or that a similarly inclined nurse who is checking me for illness might poke me with a hypodermic syringe that is likewise infected with HIV.
Perhaps such worries are somewhat unrealistic and even offensive to some, for which I duly apologize. But it is not always so easy to be sexually chaste, as I try to be. I would therefore hate to acquire a sexually transmitted disease through no culpability on my part. That could include catching a sexually transmitted disease from someone in my own household. I am referring to my own mother, whom I reside with, or the migrant laborer who has been my mother’s friend or bedmate for the past several years.
I once did my mother the favor of doing some minor work on her toilet seat, for example. I would hate to have caught something from touching the possible fecal residue that might perhaps have been on that toilet seat, even if in small amounts. Sometimes that risk frustrates me so much that I want to move out, into a place of my own. But as I can not readily afford such a move on my income, for the time being I will just grin and bear it.