Yes, I'm gay. I probably was since the day I was born. On my 21st birthday, I sort of had my debut. I came out to my parents. A little drama from mom, and some indifference from dad. An above-average coming out. Almost perfect.

Nine years later, two weeks before my 30th birthday, I found out... I'M HIV POSITIVE.

And so my story begins... I'm BACK IN THE CLOSET.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Coming Clean

Coming CleanFinally, I can write about R. We’d met the first and only time earlier this year, when a common friend of ours organized a threesome. My friend and I drove to R’s place, and roarrr, I liked him. He was my type: manly, mature, smart, and very dominant. But being an expert at threesomes, I always make sure the guys I’m with get their fair share of the action. So we did the deed.

R and I kept in touch after that, but before there was any opportunity for us to meet again, I found out that I was HIV positive. And for lack of having an excuse to see him again, I told him.

This thing with R sounds similar with my thing with Mojo, but it was more complicated. Why? Even R doesn’t know this yet, and he’ll be finding out for the first time from this blog entry. That one time we had sex happened on April 7th, while I was waiting for the results of my HIV test. It was after March 31st, when my blood sample was taken, and before April 16th when I got my results. I’m not proud and I realize now how lackadaisical I really was about getting tested.

R basically didn’t take the news of my being poz too well. I knew from the way he bombarded me with messages and questions that he was panicking. And as it was at a time when I myself was in a chaotic state of mind, I didn’t know how to calm him down. He got tested almost as soon as I told him, and it came up negative. But we both knew that wasn’t enough.

It was such a small HIV world, that he found this blog shortly after, probably in the midst of his panic. He even asked me point blank if I knew the guy who was writing it. I denied, of course. And with the truth being in this blog, I had to change my story with him: when I got tested, when I got my results, my age, and even my birthdate. Talk about paranoia, huh? That's why I never wrote about R, because he'd find out it was me.

I was witness to how hard it was for him to spend the next few months just waiting for the window period to expire. And for those next few months, he never stopped bugging me, until I just chose to stop replying to his messages altogether, mostly because I felt he was just dragging me down with him into depression. I knew I held some responsibility for his dilemma, but needed to help myself before anyone else.

So we lost touch, or at least I did, until that fateful day that he sent me a message after the window period passed, saying his HIV retest just turned up negative. I’m sure I heaved a sigh of relief that time and congratulated him. I think his reply was something to the tune of he’ll still be there for me, but I never held him to that promise, not after I dropped him like a hot potato in his own time of need.

So months and months passed, but I do recall getting messages from R. It wasn’t that often, probably just once every other month, asking how I was doing. I’d reply, but still felt too guilty to take too much of his time.

Up until last week, when he sent his usual how-are-you-doing-buddy, which he followed up with asking if he could call so we could talk. I was hesitant, because I didn’t feel worthy of his care and his time. I was also worried because I couldn’t remember all the details of the story I’d fabricated to cover myself up. But I gave in after a few more messages, sent him my number, and we talked.

R started out asking how I was, then moving on to more personal stuff about my family, work and other stuff. I was on to him. He was checking my story out. So I decided, fine, it’s time to come clean. I answered all his questions with utmost truth, completely aware that these same details could be found littered in this blog. I honestly had a smirk on my face talking with him, as if we were playing Pinoy Henyo.

We continued our conversation the next day, which was when, upon being asked again, I finally admitted to being the owner of this blog. It was liberating, probably even for him. He told me he’d been following this blog religiously, never forgetting the suspicion he had all along that it was me. I thanked him, and surprisingly, he thanked me too. He thanked me for triggering this phase in his life, where, as he said, he realized and learned a lot.

Although I'm wondering whether my admission changed his view of me as a person, or whether it changed his view of the PinoyPoz or B.I.T.C.H. writing this blog, either way, I was just appreciative of the time he took to salvage what he could out of our friendship. I know you’re reading this, R. Thanks for listening to – and reading – my story. And thanks for still being a friend. This is just filthy old me, finally coming clean.

10 comments:

BLACKPOOL said...

WHEW BITCH GO ON AND ON...............

AKO RIN ANDITO LANG NAMAN FOR YOU BASTA.....

PinoyPoz said...

Thanks BP... You've been such an angel :-)

Julius said...

count me in... dont have the virus yet but who knows, it will come on your least expected times (naks!, parang may alam...) but what you are doing now is an eye opener.

hoping that if time will come that i will be infected, i'll face life like what you are doing. positively positive (alam mo na yun)!!!

dubai, uae

Anonymous said...

ako din! un din sasabihin ko, ill be here for you... (at dahil sa inggitera ako na gusto laging nakaeksena! hehehe)
but seriously, i know i may not be aware of what youre goin through, and i know you see me as one crazy gal but, just in case mawalan ka ng kausap, ill be here, ready to lend an ear.. un lang yn..

do take care always and God bless you..

il be praying for both of you...

-angel-

PinoyPoz said...

hahaha, thanks julius and crazy gal! este, angel pala. pero ha, angel, seriously, i appreciate how you treat me and e.

you see, this angel treats us just like any other of her crazy gal friends. and i think i speak for most of those who are hiv positive, that we don't need special treatment. just treat me like a regular person. pwede mong batukan, pwede mong murahin, pwede mong i-kiss and hug, pwede mong okrayin... just keep your TB away... and keep your vajayjay to yourself, kasi di tayo talo... hehehe ;-)

john stanley said...

you're not one of a kind Poz but what makes you stand out is the fact that you exert the effort to educate many of us who do not understand what people like you are going through.

you had your shares of mistakes, admittedly, but you make up for them by being responsible.

shame to others who think bad of you...

armedlittleboy said...

happy for you to be keeping less and less things from the important people in your life

=)

ruby said...

Good for you and props to R for keeping in touch. :)

You're not different from other people and you shouldn't be discriminated because of what you have.


PS. Don't know what to call you... Don't want what E-san calls you.. Not too comfortable with it. :)

Anonymous said...

nyahahahaha okay na sana.. nag eemote na ko eh sabay ganun! sayang ang moment.. hmp! hahaha

basta, if u need me, ill just be here, just a txt away (ay di mo pala alam mobile number ko hahah) just an email away na lang hahaha

your bein positive doesnt make you less of a person. youre still you... the same old person as you were before, only a little different dahil with add ons ka na (hehehe) you guys dont need special treatment, lalong u dont need discrimination, what you need are people to accept you despite whatever it is u have, what u need is normal living--normal treatment from the people around you. i just hope that they will open their eyes and be open to this kind of things. kasi their bein narrowminded,hindi lng din kayo ang affected dahil hindi nyo kakulangan...its theirs...

ang haba.. wala na yata wenta... chureee hahaha

adios!



-feelingerang angel-

big said...

sorry im reading from the latest blog downward.

as ive indicated on my prior post, trust your instincts..

it will all come out well

take care always