Sex is a strange thing. It’s one of the most wonderfully intimate and bonding experiences we can share with someone. And … it can kill you. I KNOW. Such a paradox. With every person we find super attractive and want to get to know better — especially between the sheets — we have to also take on certain risks. And those risks can be deadly! It’s crazy! Who thought up this sex thing? Really got it wrong in my opinion. Anyway. Point is, there’s a new “superbug” out there in sex land and experts fear it’s going to be deadlier than AIDS! Ack, bring me my chastity belt!
Two cases of the ”sex superbug” have been found in Hawaii. So I know where I’m NOT going on vacation. (Ha. Little joke.) The superbug, which is an antibiotic-resistant strain of gonorrhea, has the potential to be as deadly or even deadlier than AIDS. It first surfaced in Japan a couple of years ago, but has since spread to Hawaii.
And unlike AIDS, this superbug can kill you in a matter of days. Not only that, people often don’t have symptoms, so someone could pass it along to you without knowing they have it. Read more on The Stir…
Here’s some unsettling news: Chlamydia and gonorrhea, both which can lead to pelvic inflammatory disease and infertility in women, are on the rise and both are more prevalent in women than men. According to the the 2011 Sexually Transmitted Diseases Surveillance report released by the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention yesterday, certain groups, including young people and gay and bisexual men are at the greatest risk. Read more…
“I have to introduce you to my cousin Logan*,” my childhood friend told me emphatically one weekend when I was home from college. “He’s really good looking—if he were taller he could be a model.”
“… OK,” I answered with trepidation. I was 19, and my freshman year of college at a small, cloistered university in the middle of the Bible Belt was not going well. My stomach turned to knots. I was trying so hard to fit in without fitting in that it was driving me crazy. For some reason it felt like if I got involved with a guy it would fix things. Logan was 24 and seemed nice enough.
The problem was, I was a virgin when we met, and at 19 I was among the last of my friends. Virtually inexperienced, I felt it was time to get it over with. In hindsight I should’ve listened to my gut. Keep reading »
If you have sex with 20 people, you will get genital warts. At least, that is how I framed it to my friends. My pillows had seen more than a few DIY haircuts when I saw something downtown, too: bumps. I knew it was an STI. Genital warts, to be honest, but I wasn’t ready to be. Maybe it’s razor burn? I thought, instead of facing facts. Or just ingrown hairs? Maybe if I grew out a ‘70s bush it will go away?
Yeah, it didn’t. Keep reading »
There are few moments in life more heart-stopping than realizing that there is something not right in your panties. A close second are the frantic Google searches you conduct with one shaking hand while aiming a mirror at your crotch with the other.
I was on the toilet when I first felt the strange patches of raised skin. Because they weren’t painful, the alarm took a moment to register. But when I got a closer look at the disturbance — bumpy white growths around the opening of my vagina — I immediately began to cry.
They’re called genital warts because that’s what they look like. I held out hope that I had some kind of simple, unshameful infection that could be cleared up with antibiotics until my gynecologist uttered the phrase. If I hadn’t already felt like retching, that truly disgusting combination of words probably would have done it. Keep reading »