Safe sex not an impossible feat
I HAVE consistently maintained that having sex or making love, whatever you prefer, without a condom would be almost unnatural.
In the broader scheme of things the reality is that, even as people with HIV, we still have a greater interest in prevention because we want to ensure that our loved ones, our children, our friends and all other members of the human race in the world remain free of this parasitic virus.
Therefore, it concerns me a great deal that many people, who expressed their overflowing joy at testing negative a couple of years ago, are now testing positive.
What went wrong, I ask rhetorically. Is sex that overpowering?
Does it make us ignore or lose control of our mental and sexual wellness? Can sex be blamed for being so reckless and irresponsible with our lives?
Engaging consciously in an act that may take a couple of minutes but is destined to have fatal consequences that will last a lifetime is undoubtedly unjustifiable in this day and age.
My objective of sexual "pleasure" was irresistible, some say. Others blame alcohol and its subsequent effects of having sex under the influence of intoxication, which obviously has an overriding influence on one's judgement.
Is there really an acceptable excuse why we continue to expose ourselves to the present danger of infecting ourselves and each other in the process, I wonder.
I suppose the list of unanswered questions is endless, if not worthless. This prevalent picture I have painted clearly indicates that we still have a long way to go in initiating interventions that have a direct impact in enforcing behavioural change.
I fail to comprehend why taking personal responsibility for one's future, and indeed that of the next generations, seems like an impossible dream.
Most sensible people would find it disgusting to pass a chewing gum from one person to the next, yet we have unprotected sex with our hands up in the air praying to God to save our souls. Others scream, "oh my God" when they are not necessarily climaxing but appealing for heavenly protection when they have left a free condom on the side of the bed or in their pockets.
When one of the sexual partners uncontrollably shouts "I am coming", does it make you wonder whether that could be the damning voice of this incurable virus.
The truth makes me cringe with fear, it literally makes my balls grow smaller. It certainly brings back horrible memories of how sexually irresponsible I was more than 20 years ago.
A cold tear rolls down my infected cheek every time I think how easy and practical it was to protect myself, even in those days when there was not as much knowledge.
Why then, more than two decades later, have we not learnt and transferred that information into practice?
Why is the excruciatingly paralysing pain of burying our fellow brothers and sisters, our mothers and fathers, our friends and enemies and our colleagues, not spurring all of us into purposeful action in the privacy of our minds and our bodies?
Misjudge for yourself.