HIV Positive and Squeaky Clean

HIV Positive and Squeaky Clean

By Tyler Curry for VolttageBuzz.

One year ago, I stopped into the local men’s health clinic in between lunch with co-workers and an afternoon workout. It had been a little less than a year since my last STI test and I figured there was no better way to start a long holiday weekend than with a new stamp on the gay man’s passport of responsibility.

After 20 minutes of fumbling my thumbs and trying to pass for a person that had nothing to worry about, a squatty male nurse with a grumpy disposition finally called me back into the small room where my looming fate rested. Instead of a little piece of mind and a good excuse for a cocktail, I found myself on the other side of a looking glass where my surroundings looked familiar yet felt completely and indeterminably different.

Grumpy nurse: “Mr. Curry, (points to a piece of paper with a line) do you know what this means?”

Me: (Blank stare. Blink, blink.)

Grumpy nurse: “This line mean that you tested positive for HIV.”

My brain: KABOOM

And then everything faded to black.

For the next six months, I attempted a more well-traveled path. I opted to keep my status close to my chest save for a few friends and my sister. But like any secret worth telling, it started to seep out behind the glossy veneer that I thought I had perfected. After a couple of attempts at dating and several awkward first attempts at disclosing my status (not to mention a loud-mouthed roommate) my secret was out (or, at least, I was convinced it was).

And the paranoia set in.

“Does he know?”

“Would he tell?”

So on and so forth. It didn’t even matter what was actually being said. Within six months I had reached an undetectable viral load and had become completely devoured by the assumptions and stigma happening between my own two ears; all because of a little secret that I was so desperate to keep.

Scarlet letters can be a beast to bear. They can drive you into depths of depression that seem impossible to escape. Some never do. In what seemed like only a moment since I found out, the reality of HIV stigma had become all too real. I sat quietly as horrid language about HIV was recklessly volleyed between friends and acquaintances. I couldn’t help but ponder how many others secretly winced in agony every time someone asked, “are you clean?” or heard “he’s got the booty bug” and just took another sip of their drink – each time losing a little bit of self- worth along the way.

I knew that keeping silent would only continue to wreak havoc on my psyche and I didn’t know how much more of myself I was willing to lose. My new scarlet letter wasn’t going anywhere. I knew I wasn’t dirty, but trying to hide something sure was making me feel this way.

I have spent this past year in two worlds divided.

With my new identity tucked behind my smile, the first world was filled with earsplitting silence. It doesn’t matter what you are hiding inside of a closet, the experience is always the same. You are desperate to break free of the secret you keep, but terrified to take the first step for fear of what lies on the other side. But I had made the plunge before and I knew that the only way I would ever feel ‘clean’ again was to break the shed light on a topic that is a hell of a lot closer to our lives then we would like to believe. So I turned on some Kelly Clarkson, grabbed a glue gun and some rhinestones and made my scarlet letter so sparkly that I couldn’t hide it if I tried.

Outfitted with my new, bejeweled status, the second part was filled with chaotic, messy and frenzied noise – the kind that’s so loud it stifles any fears you may have had so much so that you can’t remember why you waited so long to turn up the volume in the first place.

Turns out, the topic of HIV is one that many people are desperate to discuss, but few are willing to be the first to speak. There are so many negative stereotypes and blanket assumptions attached to being HIV positive that most people aren’t willing to take the risk of even being associated with the disease. Those who are positive remain silent and continue to wrestle with HIV stigma while those who are negative remain blissfully naïve yet susceptible to transmission based on the false pretense that only “other people” contract HIV.

Coming out as an HIV positive man was just the bath that I needed. Immediately, I felt cleansed of the shaming and prejudice that may or may not reside behind the smiles of the friends and strangers around me. Maybe I did lose some distant friends. It was possible that a few men who found me attractive would no longer want to take me to dinner. I wouldn’t know, because I washed them down the drain with the rest of the dirt and grime that was making me feel unclean. All that remained were the people that understood the reality of the disease (or were at least willing to learn).

The past year has taught me that silence equals darkness. The more we talk and the louder we are on matters concerning HIV and HIV stigma, the brighter all of our lives will become, regardless of status. The only way to rid the gay community of risky behavior, misplaced assumptions and stigmatizing language is to start making some noise.

It’s times we purge ourselves of these dirty connotations that have lingered for far too long. And lets be honest, we all have been a little dirty from time to time, but there is nothing a little soap, water and honesty can’t sanitize.

I may be HIV positive, but my conscious is clean.


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  1. Thank you for this post. It was powerful, inspiring and healing, too.

    I AM happy and proud that I AM HIV-, and also happy and proud that I have not discriminated against men who are HIV+. I dated a man who is and it was never an issue with me.

    Actually, he thought I did have an issue with it, and then one day I called him and he just simply asked me, “Why are you calling me?” And I told him that I found him attractive, and I love his Energy and then, well, we dated for almost a year. It was good, very good.

  2. Maybe it’s my age. Maybe was growing up and coming out only minutes away from the West Village of NYC; always knowing, having and loving my positive friends. But as a HIV negative man, I know how the virus is spread and have no “baggage” about being with a positive guy. It takes amazing amounts of courage for those of you who are positive to disclose and just a little knowledge for those of us who aren’t to stay negative, but some of the hottest fucks and partners I have been with have been positive. Be strong, my brothers. We’re not all jerks out here.
    Love, Bobby

  3. I just found out I was positive about 7 days ago. 7 days exactly in about 3 and a half hours. I find I’m taking it rather well because I’ve done my research and washed myself of any stigma I was holding years ago. Having positive friends, and even loving a positive man have helped “prepare” me for the news, so to speak. I was still in shock, but knowing that my friends are behind me DEFinitely helps.

  4. Here, here. For me the stigma has been the worst part. Well, besides being sick as a dog for nine months. I don’t care who knows. Even my doctor told me in the beginning that I needed to chill out on telling people. He said I was in shock and might feel differently in 6 months to a year. Well it’s been a little over a year and I still don’t think it is anything I need to be ashamed of. It’s a virus. That is all. Unfortunately, it does change who we are.

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