Well. Fancy that. A different kind of adventure.

Today I got a message from a recent playmate: he has Chlamydia.

I’ve never had a sexually transmitted disease before.

I figure that it’s just a risk of playing outside of a monogamous relationship. Although I never caught anything in my pre-marital young and slutty days.

Judging by when I saw this fellow, I’d only been with two others before him. I’m not super-slutty (not that there’s anything wrong with being super-slutty – whatever makes you happy).

I did feel that there was something a little accusatory in the tone of his messages. “It could be a faulty test, it could be from a toilet seat, but its most likely you” kind of message. If that is the case, then I guess I was an oasis in what had otherwise been a dry spell for him.

Now I have to arrange for a test – and I can’t afford to wait until I see the sexual health clinic in a couple of weeks time: I need to organise something asap.

I’m not sure how I feel about the possibility of having caught an STD. Part of me just says “ho-hum – to be expected”, other part is “yuk”. I think there’s also an element of embarrassment – or maybe even shame – all I can do is own the feeling.

Now I need to organise a test. Not exactly the souvenir I was hoping for, but at least it’s treatable.