Herpes dating center
A soft-spoken and adorable nerd on OKCupid invited me out for drinks, but we parted ways when I brought up the fact that I'm herpes-positive on our third date.
He apologized and said he had just gotten over chlamydia and wasn’t in a rush to gamble with his sexual health again.
It helped to not have to look at him and watch as he processed the new information.
It was also easier for us to talk about herpes in the context of my general health, as opposed to our possible relationship.
In fact, the same could be said for most of the sex I’ve had since I was diagnosed with genital herpes two years ago.
of my 21st birthday, I woke up to find a cluster of painful red sores on my labia.
What we hadn’t anticipated was that because we weren’t students anymore, we didn’t exactly have a bed to call our own.
Further Google searches opened my eyes to the powerful and invisible stigma associated with sexually transmitted diseases.
Stigma is what keeps people from chatting about herpes the way they discuss allergies—we associate genital herpes with liars, cheaters, and the rampantly promiscuous.
I tried to convince myself I was having some sort of allergic reaction to a new pair of underwear, but Google-searching my symptoms pointed in one, very specific direction: an STD.
This didn’t make sense, as I’d never had unprotected sex in my life.