June 2, 2008
The big lie
If anyone is still paying attention to this blog, they might remember this post about HamletWasBipolar/SAGandEquityDude/Jason Klemm, the drunk who accused me of murder. (Illegal in 29 states!) What I then referred to as “the occasional insane rampage” has become, nearly two months later, almost daily abuse, verging on obsession. It’s more or less the same nonsense that I posted before, repeated endlessly, no matter how many other chatters—even those who supposedly like him—ask him to please, change the subject. He then accuses those people of “worshipping me.” I wish! It happens even when I’m not signed on. Luckily, some good friends, one of whom I’ve known for 15 years, sometimes inform me of the worst incidents if I’m not around. It’s completely destroying whatever good feelings remain in the chat room.
At first I didn’t see the point in writing about it again and, in fact, I thought it would be counterproductive since he’d just be getting the attention he so clearly craves—not to mention how completely pathetic and juvenile the whole thing is. Also, I don’t think I have to justify my sexual behavior to anyone, especially someone with as little depth and self-awareness as this guy. He just wouldn’t get it.
Then he said something that made everything fall neatly into place:
He stated very clearly that he gets drunk, goes to the baths and to bookstores, and has unsafe sex.
Well, well, well. That’s pretty much exactly the behavior he’s been “accusing” me of for the past few months. A friend remarked, “Now we know why he’s so happy every time his HIV test comes back negative.” Yes, now we know. Apparently he doesn’t want to take any responsibility for his own behavior. It’s up to all of the HIV-positive gay men in Philadelphia to do that for him. What a load of undiluted crap.
I think it’s about time to stop taking your guilt out on me and to look inside yourself, Clarice. If you think what I do is murder, isn’t what you do suicide? The only person responsible for keeping you HIV-negative is YOU, Miss Undeclared eBay Income. If you want to get schnockered and offer your ass to strangers, feel free but don’t blame them when something happens. Really.
I know I said I don’t justify my sexual behavior but this really bears repeating. As I’ve posted before, with an undetectable viral load it’s virtually impossible for me to transmit HIV to anyone sexually. The “supervirus” myth has been debunked and there’s a relatively short window during which reinfection is possible, if it even is possible. There’s nothing else to say.
Oh, wait…yes there is: I didn’t write this because I’m jealous of his B+ on a Remedial English mid-term or because I’m afraid of his “gay cop friend.” Yes, he actually said those things; no, we’re not in eight-grade; and yes, I feel like Gossip Girl.
I’m listening to “Scraper” from Culture by Liquid Liquid.
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Posted by HighStrungLoner in Chat at 4:15 AM
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