I’m Andrew’s anus, and I have HPV.
I’m tired of worrying about a couple of pre-cancerous spots in me, and Andy’s downright pissed about the obstacles he’s faced trying to get the right kind of care for me. He says part of the problem is that people aren’t comfortable talking about things like anuses, rectums, and butt sex.
I’m damned determined to change that, so I’m telling my story.
Andy and I have been fuck buddies forever. We discovered we liked having sex about the time he learned to drive. I’ve been with Andy through decades of ups and downs, good times and bad times, lovers and tricks.
Andy’s a likeable dude, sort of the gay-guy-next-door type. He lives between the coasts in a place that’s too big to call a town, but too small to be considered a real city by those who actually live in one. At nearly 50 he gets creative with the clippers to disguise his receding hairline (or just shaves himself bald), is in good shape, and has a sex drive healthy enough for him to enjoy his new found “Daddy” status. Andy stays informed about queer health by keeping in touch with “in the know” friends from across the country.
It wasn’t always that way.
Andy discovered that I could be a source of pleasure a few years after he discovered jacking off. He was still in high school and it was the seventies. Life was fun and easy. Heart, Steve Miller, and the Doobie Brothers were on the radio and just about every convenience store sold “tobacco” pipes and little brown bottles of “room odorizer.” He went to dozens of rock shows where the halls smelled then like the streets of San Francisco do now, if you know what I mean. Lieutenant Matlovich was on the cover of Time magazine above the headline: “’I Am a Homosexual.” Magazines like Playboy, Playgirl, and Penthouse penetrated the male bisexuality barrier with words if not pictures, and were sources of information and “inspiration” for Andy.
Andy knew he was different and rationalized that he was bi, but he kind of hoped he wasn’t gay.
He definitely enjoyed sex with himself. Then he read a Playboy interview with panelists ranging from Deep Throat star Linda Lovelace to gay church pioneer Troy Perry. Linda bragged that she often enjoyed “anal orgasms.” Andy was all for orgasms of any kind so that’s when he and I began to get more intimate.
Andy began to fool around with a neighbor boy or two - no romance or kissing, just dare games and swapping hand jobs. When he found a willing conspirator, they tried giving each other head. Eventually, after a less than successful try or two, I got fucked and Andy found it very exciting and very pleasurable.
Sex education was trendy in the seventies so Andy wasn’t completely clueless. His high school health teacher had students leave their outdated textbooks in their lockers because she used her own more progressive curriculum. The state public health commissioner’s wife came to class and passed around condoms and diaphragms as part of her talk. Andy learned about reproduction and birth control and studied gonorrhea and syphilis, but he doesn’t remember any talk of things like sexually transmitted warts or hepatitis.
Andy chose a small town college for its strong computer systems degree. Like many freshmen he split his time between studying and partying. Surrounded by strapping farm boys that fueled his fantasies, he struggled with his 19-year-old sex drive. Being on his own was great for the most part, but he was frustrated and a little lonely. Late in his freshman year, he took his first male lover but panicked when the guy wanted to get serious.
Over the summer break Andy met some gay friends who took him to his first “alternative” club, where the DJ mixed Dazz Band and Human League with 38 Special and Michael Jackson, and the dance floor smelled like poppers, Polo, and menthol cigarettes. He really wanted a relationship – one like his straight friends enjoyed - but bringing an occasional trick home after a night out would have to do until he found one. When he decided his sexuality was too big and too important to hide, Andy came out.
Meanwhile, herpes made the cover of Time. Andy saw ads in a gay magazine suggesting men use condoms to prevent hepatitis B, but he dismissed the idea as silly.
He thought not having to worry about pregnancy was one of the few perks of being gay. Only a few years passed before whispers about a new “homosexual” disease arrived. First they were hard to believe; then they were impossible to deny. The guy he’d most recently dated called from the hospital sick with Hepatitis B. Andy’s test came back negative and he started the recommended vaccination series. When he was offered a job in a much larger city, he jumped at the chance for adventure and a clean break.
Andy’s fog of denial about AIDS was lifting. Just that month he’d attended the first ever fundraiser for a local organization created to deal with the illness. Headed for a new job and a new life, Andy decided he’d have a new attitude about condoms and he’d use them every time. As he drove his loaded-down hatchback across America, what he didn’t realize was that a couple of viruses already rode along inside us.
(to be continued, read part 2 next tuesday, february 15)
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As told to Mark Hubbard