It starts with meee

It starts with meee

If I hadn’t bothered to get tested I’d probably resemble some manner of skeleton right about now – unable to enjoy all of life’s pleasures that negative people, and myself, participate in.

There are some obvious drawbacks to getting tested regularly. You have to have your thumb slightly pricked, which is a real hardship. You no longer get to live with a horrible niggling doubt lurking at the back of your mind, which can be very inspirational for bad poetry.

If the result is positive, you’ll have to go through treatment in order to gain a healthy, long life. You’ll never be reminded of Tom Hanks’ beautiful performance in Philadelphia when you look in a mirror. You’ll never be able to play your ribs like a xylophone. There’ll be less crying at your funeral, because you’re likely to die as an old, saggy, and battle-scarred human, and that’s the kind of death people are used to.

  • 1 in 4: The number of people with HIV in the UK aren’t aware that they have it
  • 10 years: how much shorter your life could be if you delay testing
  • 8 in 10: gay men get HIV from someone who doesn’t know they have it
  • 25-29: the age group in which the most gay men test HIV positive
  • 96%: Treatment for HIV can make you upto 96% less infectious to others

Do it for yourself. Do it for me. Do it for your fucking microwave, idc just get your butt to a clinic every few months.




Fucking Truvada. Always catches me unawares and suddenly the room is spinning at 400mph and I feel like I’m about to collapse.

Then it slows down, you rise from where you were huddled to avoid having your brains smacked into the desk/sink/pavement, and you get on with your day. You can’t really stay on the floor forever.