Chad Talks: Super Gonorrhea in the Gay Community

April 23, 2023
CHAD

This is not a test girl, this is your emergency slut broadcast system here to warn you about a new threat to our holes and poles: Super Gonorrhea. Cue the eye rolls but don’t close this window before you finish reading, this isn’t your average STI. This was the most painful infection I’ve ever had. Some of you may be wondering why I sound like a pamphlet from the clinic where you get your Prep, and it’s because I caught the antibiotic-resistant strain, and passed it to my partner, both of us were hospitalized and my partner almost died.

A little backstory, my partner and I are long-distance and open. He comes to visit usually once a month for typically four days. Before a recent visit in March, I had a hookup with a guy on Grindr. This was your average late-night booty call, and when it was done I didn’t think about it again until later that same week. About four days later, my boyfriend arrived to celebrate his birthday weekend with me and, of course, we fucked each other’s brains out all weekend. That Sunday morning, I woke up and felt a tingling sensation in my dick and noticed a small amount of discharge. I sadly had to break the news to my boyfriend, however, he was a good sport about it and we went to the nearest urgent care to receive testing and the typical treatment, Ceftriaxone and 7 days of doxycycline. During my test when asked to in the little cup, I noticed a huge load of discharge poured out of my dick into the cup followed by a burning sensation. This was 10x more discharge and pain than I woke up with, which was quite alarming. However I got the treatment and the nightmare would soon be over, I thought.

My partner left to go back home the next day, and my symptoms started to diminish as the week went on. I couldn’t wait to get this out of my body so I could enjoy sex again! Side note, why are we always the MOST horny when we aren’t supposed to have sex? That’s probably what leads to so many reinfection rates! But I was a good little whore and kept my hole and pole to myself. On the third day after treatment, I noticed the burning sensation commonly known as dysuria had started to subside along with the discharge. I began feeling a sense of relief as it appeared that I was almost out of the woods, just four more days to go! That was until the fourth day, the burning and discharge came back with a vengeance. This time peeing became unbearable as I would cry in agony as each drop left my urethra like hot shards of glass. On the fifth day, my pubic area just above my penis started to swell up and was painful to the touch. That was when I knew something more sinister was happening.

I was off work on the sixth day, and I had come to the conclusion that the treatment was either failing, or there was something else happening. I googled the fuck out of every possible scenario and that’s when I learned about antibiotic-resistant gonorrhea. This isn’t a new phenomenon, bacteria become resistant and then we develop new treatments, but THIS bacteria has become resistant to SIX different antibiotics and we are now on our LAST known line of defense, Ceftriaxone. Discovering this information was alarming and I went back to the urgent care to see what to do next. Upon inspection of my now swollen pubic area, the doctor advised me to go to the ER and receive imaging. She gave me yet another dose of Ceftriaxone and sent me on my way to Cedars Sinai’s Emergency Room.

After hours of imaging, testing, and waiting, they finally concluded that the gonorrhea needed an even stronger treatment than what I was currently receiving. That’s when they prescribed me 300 mg of Cefdinir, twice a day for ten days. After the sixth day of treatment, I finally started to feel better and be able to pee with comfort. The day after I finished treatment, I called my boyfriend to celebrate the nightmare finally being over, only to find out that he was very, very sick. He had flu-like symptoms: nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, and body chills. He kept getting worse so we agreed he should go to the ER just in case something else might be going on. Sure enough, I got a text 30 minutes after he checked in. “I have sepsis.”

I began to panic. Sepsis is your body’s most extreme response to an infection and can kill you in as little as 12 hours. They hooked him up to bags of antibiotics and began fighting it as hard as they could. Luckily they got to him in time, and he began feeling better. They even discharged him early the next morning. The doctors discovered he developed colitis and which turned into sepsis. What we think happened was the gonorrhea spread from his hole to his colon, causing a domino effect. We’re now weeks out from this event and he’s doing much better after his doctor gave him the same treatment, the ten-day course of Cefdinir.

I am obviously pro-slut and want everyone to get their rocks off but I feel an even higher calling to share my absolutely horrid story with the world as I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. It is not only painful, but it’s also terrifying. What used to amount to a minor inconvenience in my week manifested itself into a whole fucking nightmare. My best advice is to get tested even more regularly and try using barrier protection with randoms. I know I hate condoms too, but what I hate even more is peeing fire out of my cock. Be smart, and don’t be scared to have the conversation about testing with your hookups. Be safe out there sluts. XOXO Gonorrhea Girl.

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