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Oct03

The first

Wednesday, 03 October 2012 Written by // David Phillips Categories // Gay Men, David Phillips, Population Specific , Sex and Sexuality

October 3 would have been Buzz’s 50th birthday. Here David Phillips remembers his first relationship with another guy.

The first

Having been totally out as a gay man since 1984 at age 19, one of the greatest honours I have experienced, particularly over the last fifteen years, has been having heterosexual co-workers, friends and family turn to me for advice about a child whom they believe is gay, lesbian, bisexual, or gender non-conforming.  Initially, I wanted to scream “Am I *that* big a homo?” or “Am I the only queer in your lives?”  Soon, I recognized the trust being extended to me in exchange for a heartfelt, unvarnished reply based on my experience, experience that those around me know includes living with HIV. 

Invariably, each conversation gets to “when did I know?”  I always talk about the cute blond boy in my first-grade class at an episcopal day school and how we totally crushed on one another.  To heterosexuals were repulsed by the opposite sex until puberty arrived, five and six year-old boys holding hands, doting over one another, and stealing a peck on the cheek in the coat closet is charming-- after all, it just might be “a phase,” except that it wasn’t.  Charlie’s father was transferred to a job 800 miles away in May; and I was left heartbroken and angry, outcast among my second-grade peers.  

What I omitted from my personal narrative until very recently was that the summer after third grade (age 8) I began a six-year egalitarian, intimate relationship with Buzz, a neighborhood kid two years my senior whom I’ve often called my “gay-tway drug,” the first person in my life chronologically who would later die from HIV and the first with whom I had a coming-out conversation.  We ran in different circles, making it easier to keep our relationship secret; yet, we both suffered from the labor of keeping our families clueless out of fear for our own well-being.  When I decided in November of our junior year of high school to apply for college admission the following fall (stay with me, stop trying to do the math), our relationship crumbled over how we perceived our families would react to our respective comings-out. 

On Valentine’s Day 1980 it ended under a cold twilight on the edge of the field between our homes, and two weeks later I was awaiting my first brain surgery.  We had a fleeting chance meeting ten years later, and Buzz passed on March 7, 1993 at 29. 

Buzz returned to my personal narrative over the last five years as I released the shame about being sexually active at an early age that was tied to my younger self having felt cursed with medical drama for daring to love another boy.  To the contrary, my underlying brain tumor had hastened hormonal development, allowing me and Buzz to experience one another as equals and permitting me to blend in physically as a 15 year old college freshman.  This summer, in conjunction with the display of the AIDS Memorial Quilt in Washington, D.C., I had the opportunity to celebrate Buzz’s life and to acknowledge our history with U.S. Health and Human Services Secretary Kathleen Sibelius and HHS staff, thanks to my work in one of her agencies.  Two weeks before that celebration, I was overjoyed to help open the Quilt during the Smithsonian Folklife Festival and find one of Buzzs three panels before me. 

October 3, 2012 would be Buzz’s 50th birthday.

Sep25

Show Me The Love – Part One

Tuesday, 25 September 2012 Written by // Megan DePutter - Life Categories // Research, Health, Sexual Health, Living with HIV, Sex and Sexuality , Megan DePutter

What are the barriers to intimacy, sex and relationships that people living with HIV can face? The AIDS Committee of Guelph and Wellington County set out to answer that question. Here’s Megan DePutter’s report.

Show Me The Love – Part One

In the interview with Bob Leahy, Editor, PositiveLite.com that you can watch below, I share some of the findings from the community-based research project we recently completed at the AIDS Committee of Guelph & Wellington County (ACG). It’s called Show Me the Love:  Understanding the Barriers to Sexual Intimacy among People Living with HIV & AIDS. You may have read my earlier post describing the project, or Wayne Bristow’s account of being an interview participant in the project.

We have completed the project, This blog post will provide a snapshot of our findings and my thoughts about them for PositiveLite.com readers; a full report can be downloaded here

This project was funded by a Capacity Building Fund for Community-Based Research by the Ontario HIV Treatment Network (OHTN), which is important to know because the values and principles of community-based research guided our project from the get-go, including a commitment to involving members of our community – including people living with HIV – from the very beginning. This was a terrific opportunity for all of us, as it gave our clients and community the opportunity to be involved in a research project that was very different from the “ivory tower” kind of academic research they may have become disenchanted with.

This project was to help us at ACG understand the barriers to sexual intimacy faced by our clients, people living with HIV. Why this topic? We’d heard, at ACG, for over 10 years – longer than I myself have been employed at the agency – from people who have struggled to meet, disclose, and maintain fulfilling relationships. We recognized that many of our clients face prohibitive barriers to sexual intimacy, and we wanted to better understand the challenges our clients were facing in order to help support them.

We used a face-to-face, qualitative semi-structured interview technique, and a thematic analysis was used to interpret the data, which included a data validation follow-up session with the participants. Eighteen participants were interviewed. For more details about who participated, you can read the report.  But for now, let’s skip to the juicy stuff: the actual findings.

What did the Research Find?

First and foremost, our participants experienced barriers to sexual intimacy related to their HIV status. During the interviews, the participants expressed a number of barriers that significantly intruded upon their ability to experience sexual intimacy, sometimes leading to celibacy, as a choice or as a default. Across cohorts of gender, sexual orientation and relationship status, participants described a number of barriers that related to HIV status, often centring around stigma and fear, while other experiences such as trauma, aging, and lack of connectedness to a gay community further complicated matters. 

The findings are fleshed out in a broader discussion in the report, along with other issues you may find interesting – including criminalization, resilience and other topics. Here are the more pertinent five findings that address key barriers to sexual intimacy.

1. Fear of transmission

In simplest terms, fear of HIV transmission created a barrier to sex, and in many cases participants adopted a celibate lifestyle to avoid HIV transmission. Sometimes participants had an exaggerated sense of risk, while others feared transmission even if they knew the risk was low. The “what if” scenarios these participants described carried more weight than the actual likelihood of transmission. This fear led participants to dismiss reassurances from their doctors as well as from their partners. Often they reported that a partner’s reassurance and willingness to take the risk was not enough to overcome their fear. Imagining the potential harm and guilt they would feel if their partner acquired HIV outweighed everything else. The fear of transmission led participants to avoid sex, despite the availability of condoms, undetectable viral loads, treatment adherence, or other ways of making sex “safe.”

2. Fear of rejection

Fear of rejection was sometimes associated with delaying disclosure or avoiding disclosure altogether by avoiding intimacy. However, many participants talked about needing to be up front about HIV, reporting that they told potential partners about their status right away. For some, this strategy was associated with the desire to “weed out” anyone who would reject them.  This strategy was used to prevent attachment in case of rejection. Participants characterized this strategy as “self-preservation”. Participants’ fear and struggles with disclosure were well-founded. Some participants shared rejection experiences, including having partners respond with anger or having partners turn away.

3. Social isolation

Putting up barriers, while a way to protect one’s self from being rejected, was also related to social isolation, which was a barrier to sexual intimacy. Avoiding relationships and sex was connected to experiences of isolation. Participants described putting up their own barriers to avoid getting close to someone. These “self-preserving” barriers were intertwined with experiences of stigma and uncertainty. For these participants, isolation appeared to be easier to manage than rejection.

4. Challenges in meeting new people/potential partners

The experiences of the gay/bisexual men in the sample show how living in a midsized city or rural area can be isolating. According to the participants, the city of Guelph and surrounding county lacks the presence of a strong gay community. Many reported that it is not easy meeting new people, especially as one gets older. There was the sense that one lives with the ‘triple jeopardy’ of being gay, living with HIV, and being middle-aged. The gay male participants frequently spoke of ageism in the gay community. Being older, or “middle-aged”, was another stigma on top of living with HIV. 

Challenges to meeting new people were further connected to the financial constraints imposed by living with HIV. A few participants noted that having less income meant that they cannot afford the usual ways of meeting sexual partners by going to bars or being able to go out on dates. Limited income also meant that it can be difficult to maintain good self-presentation since going shopping for clothes or going to the gym was unaffordable. Far from insignificant, these constraints had a negative impact on how participants in these circumstances felt about themselves.

4. Negative self-perception

In addition to the experiences of stigma and fear of being rejected, participants expressed concerns about physical changes and relayed a diminished sense of body image. Participants described changes to their bodies that were related to aging and to living with HIV, from the disease itself and from HIV medications. These changes diminished their sense of body image, which further inhibited their desire to be sexually intimate. They expressed concerns about whether others would find them attractive. Feeling badly about one’s self and discomfort with one’s own body was connected to avoiding sexual intimacy. 

My own thoughts.

I could offer some further analysis of these findings, but I will let those interested read the report. Instead I would prefer to add a personal commentary.  

One of the things that really struck me is that the research participants are carrying an enormous burden of responsibility, to be the one who manages risk in a relationship – and that includes emotional as well as physical risk.  It is a huge burden to shoulder.  Sometimes, it is just easier to just bow out of the game completely, rather than having to deal with the deluge of emotions that come from disclosing, or from engaging in sexual activity.   

When we discuss criminalization of HIV non-disclosure, one of the themes that emerges is that sex does not seem to be a shared partnership when it comes to risk management. Under the law, the burden of proof lies with the HIV-positive person, and so does the burden of disclosure. Is it possible to shift this balance so that sex becomes a more of an equal partnership when it comes to decision making around risk?

Stigma clearly wove itself through the data; both enacted and internalized stigma deeply affected the sexual experiences of the participants.  Stigma posed a huge threat to the wellbeing of the participants, and is probably the leading culprit in disrupting the sex lives of people living with HIV.  The fact that we need to address stigma in our communities is not surprising, but it is an important reminder that we need to work hard to reduce stigma - and address deeply internalized stigma as well.  Rejection and trauma affects people long after the incident is over.

The last comment I would like to offer is intertwined with one of the reasons I was invested in the research project in the first place, and that has to do with the recognition that sex is an important element in the quality of life.  In the Denver Principles, which I cite during the interview with Bob, People with AIDS are named as having the right to “a satisfying a sex life as anyone else.” As service providers, it is important that we honour that principle.  We invest a lot into HIV prevention efforts. But if we also have the goal of supporting people living with HIV, and believe that Positive Prevention includes goals such as nurturing the health, dignity and wellbeing of PHAs, then we need to acknowledge that having sex is an important part of life. We can’t forsake the importance of sex to prevention, and we can’t assume that everyone who wants to have sex is able to do so, either.  HIV brings forth certain realities, and is intertwined with life experiences that may come together that create formidable barriers to sex, and by extension, relationships. Celibacy is an understandable choice, but – let’s be honest – isn’t really a satisfying lifestyle for anyone.

What I haven’t mentioned in this miniaturized version of the findings, is that we allowed our participants to define their optimal sex life for themselves, imposing no assumptions about what the preferred kind of sex life may look like. But – and perhaps this had to do with the age of the participants - everyone described their optimal experience as having a single, monogamous, partner, and many people also described wanting a component that included other forms of physical contact.  In this research, participants were not only missing sex – a significant loss in itself – but also partnership, romantic love, and other forms of intimacy.

Some of the lessons we learned from this research around resilience included an important piece around community-building and less traditional models of peer-support.  My hope is that we can use this research as a springboard for further communication and work to address the issues around loss of sex, loneliness and isolation for people living with HIV.  

Sep22

Fear and Love in the Time of AIDS

Saturday, 22 September 2012 Written by // Guest Authors - Revolving Door Categories // Dating, Gay Men, Lifestyle, Living with HIV, Opinion Pieces, Population Specific , Revolving Door, Guest Authors

Guest writer Donald D’Haene’s date with fear taught him the real meaning of love.

Fear and Love in the Time of AIDS

This article originally appeared in The Good Life here.  Republished with the permission of the author. 

Fear and ignorance. Every one of us been there. Never more so than in the face of AIDS. Accurate knowledge will simplify decision making and dispel fears.

About 20 years ago, I had completed an AIDS volunteer course, then enrolled in a Hot Rap Safer Sex course with the AIDS Committee of London [since renamed Regional HIV/AIDS Connection]. I wouldn’t say I was a promiscuous person but back then I was no Mary Poppins, either. I couldn’t believe my safer sex revolution would enhance my creativity and imagination when it came to relationships. But it did.

When my instructor described dating someone who is HIV-positive, for the first time I thought, “Well, why not?”

Even today, people still have a reaction when you tell them you’ve dated an HIV-positive person. How many of us can say with 100 per cent certainty he or she hasn’t? If you’re sexually active, just assume at some point you may have come across a victim of the virus.

In the early 90s, people were understandably hesitant to say they were HIV-positive because of the reactions they would receive. I recall one man telling me he became celibate as soon as he found out because he said, “Why would anyone want to get involved with a walking Titanic?” I asked him, “Does that mean we should have our dates fill out questionnaires: Are you currently suffering from any life-threatening disease (such as cancer or AIDS)?

What relationship comes with a lifetime guarantee?

So back in 1990, I was a man on a mission. I answered an ad from someone HIV-positive in Toronto looking for a serious relationship.

Okay, I’ll take the bus down to London Friday after work,” Robert said.

“How will I know you’re you?”

“I’m 6’1 and I’ll be wearing a purple tank top [It was the 90s folks!]. Oh and I look like a cross between Al Pacino and Sylvester Stallone.”

“Yeah, right.”

He liked that I didn’t believe him, but come Friday, to my amazement Rocky/Michael Corleone disembarked the bus. Robert became one of only three people I’ve ever been in love with, but this was no charity case, I assure you. I’ve had my own cross to bear, thank you very much.

My friends were supportive of this relationship but my mother for years worried about my contacting HIV, even though I told her I’ve only practiced safer sex.

I’m not saying it didn’t come up as a personal issue, either. Picture this: Robert and I holding hands at the movies. I’m projecting myself into the future. My mate’s in a coffin. I’m the weeping widower. Fade to black.

Unfortunately long distance dating became the issue. He wanted me to move to Toronto. I wouldn’t.

A couple years after we broke up, I wrote him that I wanted to remain friends and with much trepidation enclosed a copy of a published column I had written about him, and us. I knew that I had risked a lot going public with our experience and was prepared to never hear from him again.

Robert’s reaction? He told me he considered it a love letter to him. For a time we even rekindled our relationship.

Robert passed away a decade ago.

So many memories … He loved to sing to me (every note off key) and send me birthday cards telling me why he was the best thing that happened to me. And when the AIDS quilt came to London, Robert and I went to see it. When he wasn’t looking, I wrote in one panel,

Robert I will love you forever,

Donald  

And I will.

Our relationship opened up a space in my heart that wasn’t there before. Risking that initial date with fear taught me existence without love is as a lifeless as a corpse.

Maybe that’s the real disease. Something worse than HIV or AIDS.

About the author: Donald D'Haene is an author (Father's Touch), Huffington Post Blogger, Online Theatre Editor of beatmagazine.ca and was one of the male Survivors on the Oprah 200 Survivors Episode of The Oprah Winfrey Show, November 2010. Follow Donald D'Haene on Twitter @TheDonaldNorth.

Photo credit: runneralan2004/Flickr

Sep21

I’m Not Your Daddy!

Friday, 21 September 2012 Written by // Dave R Categories // Dating, Gay Men, Lifestyle, Living with HIV, Opinion Pieces, Population Specific , Sex and Sexuality , Dave R

Dave R writes...expert advice tells us to be honest in our profiles because you’ll be found out in reality anyway but what happens when nobody reads further than the first line and you’re taken for something you’re not?

I’m Not Your Daddy!

Ever since I was young and wet behind the ears, I’ve always fallen for men of my own age or older and despite the rapid advance of the so-called golden years, (it had to be a yuppie, real-estate shark who came up with that term; probably to describe the residents of his ‘Shady Pines’ retirement complex) that still applies.

I still surf the Net and have a few active profiles although it’s more to fill the time and satisfy my curiosity than a serious attempt to hook up. It takes me about half an hour every couple of days, to surf through the various sites and see what’s what. Okay, I confess, it’s also to see who’s clicked on my profile and who’s showing any sort of interest. Needy, moi? Not really; the body may be unwilling these days but the mind is still the horny, twenty-something of yesteryear, looking for a bit of gay affirmation!

I’m completely honest in those profiles. I give my real age; display photos that are less than two years old (that’ll have to change soon...your looks deteriorate in dog years after a certain age) and show links to all the HIV sites I work on. The DD-free and UB2 brigade still send me messages, though mainly because the idiots don’t ever read past the first line of a profile. (I can’t help it if people have the attention spans of gnats). So all in all, it’s a case of what you see is what you get (WYSIWYG if you must have the acronym) and people can then make their minds up.

My personal text states clearly that I’m not interested in anything ‘right now’, or even in the near future and most importantly tells the reader that I’m not interested in anyone under 40. Even that limit will have to go up soon, ‘cos even the 40-plussers see me as prehistoric these days. I’m really not interested in kids (by which I mean 18 to 40) but I might as well have written it in Serbo-Croat for the amount of good it does!

Just this morning, on one site there were four messages. The first was from a Ghanaian, with yet another over-blown verse attached, about the virtues of everlasting love. Straight in the waste bin for that one and all its clones (preferably without opening). I’m not going to be scammed by the Nigerian mafia into sending money, or providing an air ticket to the Netherlands. The second was from a 19 year old Rumanian – same result and for the same reasons. The third was a 23 year old Dutch kid, who clearly has a poor understanding of English (I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt). He got an ear bending in his own language about the advantages of reading profiles properly. That was an exception; most of those also clog up the trash bin. The fourth was an Englishman; 34 years old, who opened with: “Hi Daddy...Grrrrrr!” Yes, six ‘r’s no less and that was the sum total of the message! It also went the way of all the rest but I was unnecessarily pissed off for the umpteenth time! I felt like sending him the download link for ‘Annie, I’m not your Daddy’ by Kid Creole but life’s just too short.

Okay, any attention is maybe better than none but when three quarters of all the messages you receive are from people a million miles from your interest group, it gets a bit tiring. It’s not so much the fact that these kids just don’t read the small print; it’s the fact that I’ve become a ‘daddy’ and I hate it with a vengeance. I’d put that in the profile in capital letters, three times underlined if I thought for a minute it would do any good but it wouldn’t. So what gives with these kids? Why do they waste my time and theirs with hopeless messages?

Of course, when I was that age there was no internet or social networking; we had to admire from afar, or get picked up in less than salubrious places by the guys we wanted. I can’t remember ever having any sort of semi-incestuous father complex that translated to sexual desire, though. I liked older guys but mainly because they were less flighty, knew what they were doing and were more attractive to me than a pimply-faced competitor from my own peer group. The idea that anybody was a daddy-substitute would have made me pretty uncomfortable, just at the thought.

So why do so many modern, young men see us as ‘daddies’ (or worse, grandpas)? I know some young guys are genuinely into much older but they’re just not in proportion to the number of ‘grrrs’ and ‘woofs’ I get from kids barely out of diapers. I don’t buy into the incest thing either; I just think it’s yet another label which the gay social media has invented to fit us into some hierarchical gay cubby hole or something. I confess, I always had a bit of a yearning to be a Bear but that was because I was tall and lanky and anything but beefy. The fact that I get messages referring to me as a ‘daddy bear’ (with or without the ‘Grrr’) probably has more relation to my expanding stomach and the fact that I have a goatee than my fitting into their bear fantasies. It’s nothing new of course; gay men have always slotted each other into sub groups of sub tribes and the use of most of the furry examples of the animal world has provided abundant tags for homo(sexual) sapiens.

I blame the Clones in the 70’s and 80’s myself. That irrational need to present yourself as mega masculine and butch as hell set a trend that Bears, Wolves, Cubs and Otters follow gladly today. But let’s be honest here; aren’t many ‘Bears’ really actually unhealthily overweight (sorry guys; I know that can be attractive too)? A name for my group, (tall and skinny...giraffes, or storks?) never really emerged from the pack to give us validation, no matter how much facial and body hair we had. Maybe that’s it; I just could never get my gay scouting badge so I could fit in! But ‘Daddy’, really! Could it be any more demeaning? 

That is, of course, unless you’re attracted to guys thirty years younger than yourself  - and many of my generation are; perhaps even a majority. Then being addressed as ‘daddy’ means that the younger person is attracted to you...so let the games begin. So maybe I’m being unfair to all the older guys who are happy to see themselves as ‘daddies’  - but put the prefix, ‘sugar’ in front of it then I wonder if they’re just as flattered. Let’s face it, in these testing financial times, a ‘sugar daddy’ may be a very attractive option for a younger man struggling to make ends meet. However, putting on my grandma hat here; just so long as both sides know what they’re getting into and what the ground rules are from the start, where’s the harm?

In my case though, I’m clearly in denial about my own mortality and cringe at being referred to as a ‘daddy’ by people I’m actually old enough to be a daddy to their fathers! Not that it’s of earth-shattering importance; in the great wonder of things, it’s absolutely not. I have a thing about labels anyway, so maybe I should just chill and let it happen. After all, if someone’s clicked on your profile and taken the trouble to write a message (even if it is just two meaningless words) maybe that is better than being totally ignored. The problem is, I know deep down they’re not writing to me; they’re writing to a label, a photo taken in flattering light and a fantasy that they think I fit into. It’s just too shallow for words but hey, if I can’t stand the heat; I should probably click on all my profiles and delete!

Actually, do you want to know the definition of the impossible dream? It’s the HIV positive guy, with complications and daily discomfort, living alone and looking for a little physical togetherness and affection now and then, from a sympathetic buddy. Try putting that in your profile and smoking it! You leave yourself open to yet another tag...loser! and a pathetic, needy one at that. Now really; unwanted sharing or not; did I say it was me? When all is said and done, it’s probably better to be a ‘daddy’ than a reject. I know I’m not the only one though; there are many, many thousands of us but sex and the single, geriatric HIV-plusser is a topic for another post. So, if I’m honest, the whole truth probably doesn’t go into my profiles; mainly because I still have enough dignity to know that the internet is no place for baring your soul. I know...I can hear you all muttering, “Oh stop whining and do something about it.” Maybe I will; maybe I’ll find what I need in Shady Pines!

However, to really make my day; all I want is a pop-up message from Franco Nero (oh wait a minute, he might be dead by now!), Sam Elliott, or Tom Selleck and a time machine...now is that too much to ask?

Aug31

Sex And The Positive Single Senior

Friday, 31 August 2012 Written by // Dave R Categories // Aging, Living with HIV, Opinion Pieces, Sex and Sexuality , Dave R

Dave R writes...In a gay world as obsessed by sex as ever, the need for intimacy doesn’t end at fifty. The spectre of isolation and exclusion can drive positive older men, to seek out physical contact and closeness.

Sex And The Positive Single Senior

Every life deserves a certain amount of dignity, no matter how poor or damaged the shell that carries it.”  Rick Bragg, ‘All Over But the Shoutin'

I say this with shame but when I was in my twenties, the idea of ‘old guys’ having sex with each other was pretty horrifying; it was like imagining your parents on top of each other...the stuff of nightmares! At that age, you never think about getting old yourself, or your body losing its shape and your skin resembling elephant hide and that’s the way it should be.

Nature ensures that you’re in your reproductive prime while you’re young. You are at your most attractive for as long as there’s a chance that you might procreate the species and luckily, men stay that way longer than women (ask Hollywood’s geriatric fathers!). Being gay sort of sidesteps Mother Nature because you’re not really interested in breeding new generations but still have all the desires to ‘do it’ for as long as possible. Win-win situation really and because there was never the worry of getting your partner pregnant, that’s possibly why bare-backing was the norm until the 1980’s and may be why it’s still so difficult to change old habits. Then HIV and AIDS arrived and everything changed.

Today, the need for sex is still as strong as it ever was; there just needs to be a thin film of rubber between sperm and recipient to increase safety. Now at a certain age (which was different for everyone) in generations past, the ability and maybe desire to have gratifying sex gradually faded. Performance problems and enlarged prostates made sex much more of a hurdle than it used to be and older guys retired into their hobby- or relationship-filled lives and sex became unavoidably less important.

Hello Viagra!

When I say Viagra, I include all the generic and alternative versions too (Viagra priced itself out of market domination through thinking it was the only alternative possible...ha, ha!). Whatever little blue, green or multicoloured father’s little helper men used, it rejuvenated sex lives after 50 for millions of men. Suddenly, there was a way of prolonging your sex life until your body just couldn’t take it anymore. Why hasn’t its inventor received the Nobel Peace prize!

Youngsters may not like the idea but oldies can now fuck like bunnies again and it must have lifted the spirits of countless men since it came out. Not that it’s perfect; the headaches, dry throats and other side effects can be irritating, not to mention the strain on the heart that’s already been through so much. I do wonder what the long term effects on the young will be though. These pills have been adopted by young people as a sort of security blanket and party drug; they really don’t need it but can’t afford to fail. Brilliant marketing but then again it was always a no-brainer, guaranteed success. Young guys should understand though that testosterone and hormones should be enough for decades of partying without a chemical aid; many of us ‘more mature’ guys don’t have much of a choice.

Understanding that most gay guys over the age of 50 are in the same boat should take away many of the insecurities accompanying testosterone depletion, but it won’t. Young guys think they’ve got it bad; the competition is murderous and you’re only as good as your last conquest, but older guys have a whole set of other issues to overcome when it comes to sex.

The HIV thing for instance!

Believe me; I think it’s tragic when a young guy becomes HIV positive. At this moment of time he has to live with it for the rest of his life and therefore has to join the race for potential partners with a distinct disadvantage. I wouldn’t want to be young again with HIV but statistically, a vaccine surely and hopefully has to emerge eventually (which will be small comfort, I know).

Older guys with HIV have bad memories which stay with them forever. They’ve lived with the virus for years and have filled their bodies with heavy-duty chemicals which will inevitably take their toll. They may suffer from a plethora of side effects which limit their activities, or they may have been lucky enough to live a more or less, ‘normal’ life. They may have had problems with stigmatisation which has made them nervous and unsure about profiling themselves in public and now they’re under legal pressure to disclose if they’re going to have sex. Most older men don’t have the devil may care attitude of youth any more.

None of this takes into account the guilt that many mature HIV-plussers consciously or subconsciously feel. Some feel that they don’t deserve to have partners and that throws up insurmountable barriers to relationships. Many also have body issues because the virus has left its mark physically. Weight loss; loss of fat in the face; extra fat on the stomach or shoulders are amongst the common side effects of the medication which gnaw away at people’s self worth. So if people are wary of relationships, or have lost the confidence to try to find them, many people turn to sex as a means of connecting. It’s not what you want in the best of all possible worlds but it fills a need.

Many older guys are happy with a warm embrace, or a safe pair of arms around them, or even simple tenderness; all of which add up to that physical closeness which we all crave from cradle to grave. Little wonder then that Viagra and its like gave a new lease of life to people searching for physical affirmation. At least then, the worry of failure is removed and then if you’re rejected, it doesn’t hurt so much and you can move on and try again!

That said, erection pills are not cheap and not everybody can afford them. Put that together with the fact that not everybody likes the potential side effects and you have men who need a physical connection desperately but have to accept that they will need to play a more passive role. Hide your eyes kids if this is getting too embarrassing! You may have noticed that the older the gay group is, the more likely you are to find that partners prefer to be sexually passive. That’s fantastic for the active guys, they’re like kids in a candy store and with Viagra as well, they can take their pick. However, many older guys either don’t have the energy or the potency any more to take the dominant role but they do know they want to be close and satisfy both themselves and their partners sexually; so hey, you do what you have to do!

Sometimes older gay men look at themselves in the mirror and rack their brains for ways to turn back the years, so that they can feel more self-confident in social situations. Dying hair, plastic surgery, dressing young, going to the gym, wearing sexy underwear, even arriving with wads of cash are all well-known and well-worn strategies. Now who am I to say but I really think that guys look better and more attractive if they just be themselves and don’t turn to artificial aids. For every pot there’s a lid and there’s definitely a market for the older guy who just looks after himself and walks into a bar with a little confidence in his demeanor. We really don’t need to try too hard because we’ll be seen through in a blink of an eyelash; you only have to listen to the gossip in a bar to be sure of that one. You don’t have to strut your stuff in peacock feathers then but you don’t have to be afraid of the acres of un-wrinkled and muscular flesh either. Then again, if you feel better trying to change your physical appearance, who’s to say that’s wrong either?

Hopefully, most older guys have found their life partners, or soul-mates, or even good friends before the sand in the hourglass has run out and don’t need to trawl the internet, or the bars any more. There are many older HIV-positive men though, who have lost their partners, live alone and don’t have so many friends around anymore. They very often see their own futures in a very negative light. The TV and internet porn can only provide so much solace and the need for a warm body next to theirs becomes more and more important as they realise they’re unlikely to find another Mr. Right at this stage. A Mr. Right Now is a viable option and when it happens it can provide at least a temporary relief from the daily grind. It can also serve to emphasise the emptiness too but maybe better those fleeting encounters than none at all. 

Never underestimate the drive for intimacy. If you have HIV and are of a certain age, your world can suddenly become very small. I know you won’t believe it for a minute but the next time you curl your lip at an older guy looking needy in the bars, baths or wherever, spare a thought for his motives because before you know it, you’ll be in that situation too.

Disclaimer time: before you jump to conclusions, this article is not autobiographical, although various things do apply to my situation. As an older, gay man with HIV, I’ve watched what my peers do and how they behave over the years and have both learned and ignored the lessons. Also, before somebody gets annoyed that I’m tarring all older men with the same brush, I should point out that nothing I say here applies to everybody; there are always exceptions.

Aug28

Cheating

Tuesday, 28 August 2012 Categories // Dating, Gay Men, Lifestyle, Opinion Pieces, Population Specific

Scott Foley: “although infidelity can be a devastating blow, it can sometimes be an eye opener for us to take a deeper look at ourselves and analyze our needs and desires when it comes to relationships.”

Infidelity can be a devastating thing, Depending on who you ask… I think as gay men, we’ve all been cheated on at one point or another - whether we know it or not.

It seems like human nature to want something that we can’t have. And being on both ends of the spectrum, I know a thing or two about cheating or being cheated on. Is it always the unthinkable selfish act people make it out to be? Or is it a last resort to self preservation? I’ve asked myself both questions ten too many times.  It’s difficult to decipher if you haven’t been on either side of the fence- Still, it’s an all too common occurrence. Some relationships are able to weather these storms and strive enough to be able to laugh about them. Many of us aren’t that lucky.

When you first meet the man of your dreams, your thoughts are clouded with possibilities of life long happiness. But after a year or two, you start to wonder- is this or he really what I want? Especially when you start to see those not so glamorous qualities. Do I really want to be tied to this guy for the rest of my life? Suddenly everyone else looks desirable.

From the moment you let your thoughts wonder to the land of “what if’s”, in my experience, it’s a sign that your relationship needs some fine tuning. What’s making you want to be on the other side of the fence? Is it a fear of losing your individuality in the mess that is your relationship? Is it a realization that you weren’t ready to make a commitment?

If you're head over heels in love, then all of the above seems totally alien to you. Here you've found the man of your dreams and you're giving him your all, and then some. How could he do that to me? Wasn't I enough for him? I put him before my friends and put his needs above my own yet still he's found solace in the arms of another? And the guy isn't even all that! What the fuck is going wrong with this picture? I must have done something to push him away- I'm so stupid! What can I do to get him back?

As the 'victim' the worst thing you can do is blame yourself.  If you've given it your all and it's still not working, that's a sign to move along. At first I wondered who made up that stupid saying, but it's true.  If this guy really wanted to be with you, then he wouldn't be acting out or ignoring you. Take it as a signal to pack your shit, or his, and clear out. Know your self worth.

Relationships are difficult but once you know what you want out of it, then you'll be more than ready to handle anything that comes your way on your search for Mr. Right.

So although infidelity can be a devastating blow, it can sometimes be an eye opener for us to take a deeper look at ourselves and analyze our needs and desires when it comes to relationships. 

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