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From one test you absolutely can't tell whether the function dropped and then stabilized at the lower level, or it is still dropping. I guess (but I don't know for sure) it would be worth waiting for another month and getting a second test to find out. You might want to ask your provider.

If your prescription is paid for by commercial insurance (ie not medicare/medicaid) in the US, you can get copay assistance directly from Gilead (the manufacturer). Sign up at this site: https://www.gileadadvancingaccess.com/copay-coupon-card/copay-enrollment Be forewarned that the sign-up form is a bit wonky and does not work on some browsers

Well, seeing as this happened to me the other day, it's fresh in my mind. So I'll add two more I've encountered that I haven't seen here: They really are straight, but get drunk (or otherwise impaired) and finally get up their courage to break taboo and try it. But then they decide that it's not really their thing. A guy did this with me this past Wednesday. They really are straight (as in normally prefer women by a large margin) but have an emotional love connection with the gay man in question. This has happened to me more than once with my BFF. I think the whole "gay"/"straight" dichotomy (add "bi" if you like) is pretty much a total construct and, while it has its uses, it causes an awful lot of trouble. There are almost 8 billion people on this planet and every single one has a different sexual response. What an awesome toy for all humans to play with! And while sexual taboos may make society run a little smoother, I'm pretty sure that without them everyone would have a much better sex life, and possibly a much better emotional life as well. From my observation, the majority of Americans are starved for physical contact, and if they weren't afraid of having inappropriate sexual feelings maybe things would be better in that department.

Way back when on one of the story sites (early 2000s, I think?) there was a series of stories from the POV of a stealther, not in the pozzing sense but only in the bareback load-giving sense (he explicitly says in the stories that he's never had symptomatic STDs and never been tested for HIV). The protagonist describes himself as an ordinary-looking, not in great shape guy, on the larger side if I remember correctly. It had something like 15-20 episodes, mostly set (I think) the the southeast US. Some at rest stops and other such places. I definitely remember one that had him using condoms he had left on the car dashboard for months so they would break down from the heat. Does anyone have a copy of these or know where they could be found? I haven't seen them on here...

I live out in the boonies, a couple of hours or more from the nearest bathhouse. So when I go to visit my parents, who live near a medium-sized midwestern city, I seize the opportunity to go to one there. I think it was the second time I went that I first ran into the sauna guy. He was working the desk when I checked in. He was shirtless and nicely tanned, a bit thinner and smoother than I like, but with a great smile and a twinkle in his eye. It wasn't busy, so we chatted a little while he checked me in, and then he looked me right in the eye and said, “Wanna fuck?” So I grinned and said “Yes!” He buzzed me in and gave me my towel and key and said he'd find me when he took a break. Which he did. And took charge very nicely and fucked me... but he wrapped it up first, which was slightly disappointing. However, we were doing it out in a public area and another guy was only too happy to take sloppy seconds of my ass, so I got a load from him and all was well. Fast forward a few months, and I happened to be there when he was again. We just grinned at each other when I checked in, and sure enough, he came around later and found me. This time we went in a private room to fuck, and again he wrapped it up. After he came, he took off the cum-filled condom and I went to clean him off, but he declined, explaining that he was POZ. Well, heck! I guess being on staff at a club that is serious about promoting safer sex, he kind of has to, but still – even back when I was using condoms regularly I didn't use them for blowjobs. And another year went by, and I was in town again, and got a bit more buzzed than usual. So I was out way past my bedtime, and drove (which I probably shouldn't have) to a guy's house to fuck him. And we smoked a little weed (which I definitely shouldn't have, even though it's legal there). And then this player got all squirrely about whether I was “clean” or not and wouldn't say “yes” even though I offered to fuck him with a condom. So I left in disgust. It must have been 2 am by then. And I was horny, and kind of messed up, and in a strange town a long way from anyone I knew. But I was not far at all from the bathhouse: Problem solved! Well, this time I figured I needed a space to chill for sure, so I got my own private room. And got fucked very nicely by a hot bear cub. And a bit later on, of course I run into the sauna guy in the hall. And he says “Let's find a room.” “I have one!” I answer cheerfully. And off we go. And he's putting on a condom, and realizes there aren't any little lube packets there. That's because when the cub fucked me, he used them, but not the condoms. So sauna guy is about to go get lube and I say, “right there.” Pointing to the little pocket-sized plastic bottle I got from the drugstore. Which is filled with mineral oil I also got from the drugstore. Which he uses to lube my ass. And then he fucks me. Very well, as always... the man is good that way! And about three minutes into it, I feel a little snapping sensation inside my ass. And he keeps fucking me. And I really get into it. And after a nice long fuck, he shoots his hot POZ seed deep in my hole. Fuck, yeah! Then we kiss and chat a bit and he heads back to the desk. About half an hour later I'm cruising the hall and he's headed the other way and stops and says, “Um, we had a little breakage.” “I know,” I say. “No worries...”

I had the same thing happen, though it was all at one session, so I didn't think it was saving anything. After that I started using a text editor to do all my longer drafts. You can get OpenOffice for free.

I am in one now and have had others in the past. I was in one bad monogamous relationship where the guy got jealous even though I wasn't playing around. After that I've always been fairly clear that monogamy is not for me, though I don't feel a need to state it up front before dating a guy. I personally don't find it particularly confusing to have sex in different contexts (love, lust, fun, and so on), but I guess a lot of people do.

I've taken Levitra, which is quite similar in effect. Yes, they work - for me it lasts a few hours (Cialis is longer). Very useful for those of us who are getting older and have plumbing issues from time to time. It does mess with my vision a bit (a common side effect). Don't mix these drugs with poppers, as the combination can cause your blood pressure to tank in a dangerous way. Also, if you are taking HIV protease inhibitors, be careful because they slow the body's ability to break down the ED med, so you will have to lower the dose. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sildenafil

This is hilarious... but it's broken 😕 It only gives me about 8, not the 40 that it claims. I guess they're using internet inches to measure the number of questions?

When you state something as obviously absurd as this, and claim it to be a fact, you are giving people a good reason to doubt your other assertions. I will explain that statement further if you wish. I'm trying to take your argument about personal knowledge seriously, but I'm honestly finding it difficult to imagine that you know two dozen people who are getting medical care and are taking PrEP regularly have seroconverted and I have not heard about any of these cases. I'm pretty sure that wouldn't happen, for example, if it happened to me, knowing my primary care provider. And I live in West-fucking-Virginia, by god! If I get my test results back next week and am proved wrong, I will come to you with a humble apology. In the meantime, can you help us to understand your reality by explaining more specifically what's going on with these couple-of-dozen people that normal standards of medical care and reporting, not to mention journalism, have vanished like smoke? Sorry if it seems like I'm coming down hard on you. You're throwing around some pretty serious accusations without a lot in the way of support, and it comes across like a conspiracy theory. I'm honestly not trying to say you're lying, I'm trying to say there must be some things you're not telling us, because your story on the face of it does not make sense - at least not in my world.

Here's a link to a fairly detailed general information sheet about Hep C Hepatitis C overview page from the CDC Highlights: In 2016, estimated 2.4 million chronic infections in the US, and 41,000 acute cases (new infections). 10-20% chance of developing cirrhosis over 20-30 years If you get cirrhosis, 3-6% of developing liver failure, 1-5% of developing liver cancer, per year Digging a bit further, I also found some information that among the cases in which the information was reported (which unfortunately is a minority of them), a much larger proportion report injection drug use than report gay sexual contact: Of 1,118 cases where the information was given, 767 (68%) reported injection drug use, but Of 259 cases where the information was given, only 26 (10%) reported that they were men who have sex with men.

Yep. Here you go: Your First Load?

As the saying goes, "A man convinced against his will is of his own opinion still," so I know I'm not too likely to change minds... BUT. <flame> Y'all need to make a distinction between verified facts and anecdotal evidence (i.e. hearsay), and don't even get me started on what happens when you ASSUME. The science proves that PrEP works. It works better than condoms. It is not perfect, and it's a lot less perfect if you don't take it consistently. The science also proves that strains of the virus that are drug-resistant are less transmissible than the more common drug-susceptible strains. How much less transmissible, we don't know. At least in Seattle, the "government" (i.e. the medical community and public health organizations) take the threat of a snowballing drug-resistant strain very seriously - they monitor new cases and test them for drug resistance, and if they see a cluster of new drug-resistant cases, they chase them down: (quote from this page) Certainly, history tells us that QUILTBAG people are at risk for being "thrown under the bus," but there is also plenty of evidence that most of the people working on HIV in the scientific and medical communities are fighting to help us, not to harm us. It is also true that from what we currently know about evolution in general and about drug-resistant microorganisms in particular, it is reasonable to believe that eventually a virus that is repeatedly exposed to a certain antiviral will evolve resistance to it in a way that doesn't lose its transmissibility. But from what we've seen so far (a history of 30 years now with NRTI drugs), it does not happen fast. So, if PrEP is right for you, I'd say take it regularly and don't worry about it. Worry about something really threatening, like car accidents or global climate change. Or taxes. </flame>

Thanks for adding the link to the article! I think that the page I found is a report on the original data that the scientists mentioned in the article were analyzing. Re. your worry about it spreading fast, the article does have a paragraph about that down near the end: Per the article, of almost 2,000 new cases of HIV in King County (2008-2017), only 3 were of strains resistant to Truvada.

Your post was missing a link. Did you mean to reference this page?

Crabs, gonorrhea and chlamydia all together. The crabs I figured out almost right away, which made me suspicious of the (slight) irritated dick, so I went to the university clinic. The guy there was dubious about it being gono, but I was right. They treated it with a penicillin shot (no clue why - did they think the pain would discourage college age males from having sex?). Didn't find out about the chlamydia until later (when the irritation didn't go away), and that meant some embarrassing phone calls over Christmas break to a bunch of people that I might have caught it from. Well, in college you're supposed to learn things, right?

Best info I could find was from the WHO, but it's generally for countries in Africa, South America and Southeast Asia. Those numbers look to be around 2% (i.e. not common at all). I couldn't find any data on resistant strains for the US on the CDC web site. Bottom line, though, is that out of literally hundreds of thousands of people on PrEP, who are supposed to be getting tested every three months, we've seen less than 10 cases of transmission.

From what I understand of the biology (which is quite a bit; I have advanced degrees in science), this is probably the most likely of the three methods of taking PrEP to be problematic (i.e. fail) when exposed to strains of the virus that have some resistance to the two drugs in Truvada. But beyond that, it seems to me that it would be harder to remember to take the meds on only certain days than simply to take it every day. Also, if it's a matter of cost, it's worth doing the calculation to see whether it will make any real difference at the end of the year taking 4 pills a week vs 7 - in my case, if I'm paying the full (negotiated) price of the med, I would hit the out-of-pocket maximum on my health plan either way, so it's a moot point. YMMV.

This story was on the original bugshare, and whatever it was called before that (back when it didn't have the crazy purple background and was just text). As I recall, there were multiple versions. One version was ported to this site back in 2010 (thanks hotload84), in "A special birthday gift" The other version, which had a rather different feel to it at the climax (the only part of the story that was much different), wasn't. And it was hot in a different sort of way. About three computers ago, I used to have a version of it saved to my hard drive and would revisit it every now and then. But with changing formats and all, I lost track of it and I haven't been able to find it anywhere on the web, either. So I've reconstructed it from the existing version as best I can from my battered memories (oh yes, I've killed more than a few brain cells in the last 20 years!), with a few added touches of my own. Hope you enjoy! The Birthday Boy I met the birthday boy at a club I don't usually frequent. The crowd is younger and overall less mature than what I like. But a buddy of mine twisted my arm, so I went along. I was having an okay time dancing until I bumped into this kid who was no taller than 5'5", but built like a gymnast and wearing no shirt. He gyrated his hips in a sexy manner and kept looking in my direction. I smiled at him, which he took as an invitation. Next thing I knew he was pushing his butt against my crotch and we were dirty dancing. It wasn't long before I asked him to have a drink. My buddy was tangled up with a bunch of twinkies on the dance floor, so I didn't feel like I was abandoning him. Chip and I headed toward the bar. He’d just turned 21 and was celebrating with some college buddies. He was studying geology, and his only sex had been with guys in the dorm. There was a lot he wanted to explore. And he didn’t mean rock formations. We drank a couple of beers, danced some more, and ended up in his jeep a half hour before closing. I invited him over to my place since I live alone and don’t have to worry about roommates or uninvited visitors. Earlier that day I‘d purchased some high-grade weed and wanted to try it out. We headed up to the roof of my building to smoke a joint and jabber. A few tokes told us the stuff performed as advertised, and it hit Chip particularly hard. "I feel so fucked up now." I volunteered to give him a massage, and we went downstairs to my bedroom. I had him undress and lay face down on the bed. I took the baby oil and started rubbing him down. He got to moaning and grinding his hot bubble butt up into my hands. Every time I ran past his crack, he'd part his legs a little more, until, by the 5th pass, he was lying there totally spread-eagled. He wanted it bad—and so did I. I stroked up and down his crack and leaned my face close to his boy butt so I could smell the musky scent emanating from his hole. "Do you like to buttfuck?" I tried not to laugh. “Do I like to buttfuck? Hell yeah!” He asked me to put on a condom, saying he wanted to stay clean in case he ever met “Mr. Right.” I commented that if he ever met “Mr. Right,” it wouldn’t matter if he were clean or not. I pretty much always bareback and halfway contemplated refusing. But considering my status, I figured he had a point. I squirted some lube in his crack and worked it in with my finger. Then I let him unroll the condom over my rock-hard shaft. “Roll over,” I said, and spooned behind him. Then I put my arms around his hot little torso and slowly pushed into his crack. To my surprise, before I even got the head fully in he grimaced and complained how much it hurt. I reassured him, then rolled on my back and told him to sit on it. That might be easier. Hi tried it, but still complained, and pulled off my dick as soon as he got the head inside. I was getting frustrated, but tried not to show it because, well, he was just 21; and I figured he hadn’t fucked much. "I'm sorry, I guess this isn't going to work," he apologized, reaching back and pulling the condom off my cock. I expected to hear him to say that he’d better be going. But instead he kept his hole positioned right above my drooling dick, and gradually lowered himself till strands of precum clung to his man-pussy. "It's really too bad,” me murmered, “'cause I really wanted to feel you way up inside me, a kind of a special birthday gift. And I bet you wanted to fuck me, too.” He began gently rocking back and forth on my cock and brushing his ass lips against the tip. When my cock was just centered in his hole, he gyrated his hips the way he had on the dance floor – so that, ever so slowly, my raw dick started to slip inside him. When the head of my cock popped past his sphincter, he got this glazed look of lust on his face. His lips parted, but he said nothing further. I slid deeper into him. He leaned back on me. His hungry hole gripped my dick. I could remain passive no longer. I pulled out, rolled him onto his back, lifted his legs to my shoulders, and began to fuck him slow and deep. I kept it up for what seemed like ages, but eventually I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. My breathing grew ragged as I picked up the pace, thrusting hard into his firm gym-rounded ass. He moaned softly, "Don't cum in me, okay? Just don't cum in me." "Don't what?" "Please don’t cum in me." I slowed a bit and leaned down, brushing my scruffy cheek against his smooth one. “Don't... what?” I asked, kissing his neck and jaw. "Don't cum in me..." “Don’t.” I raised my head and locked eyes with him, twitching my dick inside his hole with my pelvic muscles alone. “What?” I could see his pupils dilate as he visualized it. “...Cum in me,” he whispered. I knew I had him. “What?” I asked. “Cum in me.” I nodded my head and resumed thrusting, never breaking eye contact. “Cum in me. Aww fuck, cum in me!” He grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against him as my thrusts grew furious. I was only too happy to oblige; as he yelled wordlessly and thrashed in ecstasy I could feel my cock swell to its full girth, flooding him with wave after wave of my toxic cum. His own jizz, perhaps neg for the last time, shot onto my chest. To make a long story short, the marijuana and the fucking had taken its toll and shortly thereafter we fell asleep. In the morning he was the first awake; and I fucked him twice more, once in the shower and finally in the alley behind my building as we were saying goodbye. It was then that he asked my status. I hemmed and hawed. “Status doesn’t mean anything,” I said. “A guy may test neg one day, have a fatal affair the next, and end up poz.” “And did I just have that fatal affair?” “I think so.” “Then I’d better get tested.” He glanced off down the alley toward where his jeep was parked. “I didn’t expect to stay neg forever. In fact, I kind of wonder if I wasn’t asking for it last night.” With that we kissed. He hopped in his jeep, and drove off.

Oh yes, most of the things that have already been mentioned, for sure! I will add: Lookie-loos gathered in the hall to watch door-open action in a room (so far it's fine), who don't have the common sense or courtesy to leave enough space for other people to get past. And ditto that on steroids for the dark room.

There's a technical document from the CDC that explains. It discusses the results from three clinical studies and says: There were ZERO cases of transmission where the positive partner had a VL under 200 copies/mL (undetectable). This doesn't mean that it can't happen, but statistics allow the scientists to conclude that the chances of transmission in each event are less than 0.14%. https://www.cdc.gov/hiv/pdf/risk/art/cdc-hiv-art-viral-suppression.pdf