You Are The Walking Dead
Those of you who have concluded that the medical community tortures you because you have HIV and continue to do sex work are correct.
You nailed it. You usually do.
One way to fuck with you is to initially accuse you of being weak and overly feminine. Then, bait and switch. They will addict you so you keep coming back to receive more of the punishment they think you so richly deserve for the formidable act of questioning their effectiveness.
You will be told over and over again that Other People do not feel what you feel. It is not unlike being charged with being a hysterical deviant.
They get away with this shit because they play a wicked game of I Know More Than You Do. This may or may not be true. But it is not always not true.
You can always drink yourself to death. Addictions are where you find them.
If you think I have the answers to this in my bag of answers, you are sadly mistaken. Facilitating the medical community’s voyage on the HMS Discovery is just a bad idea.
They will put you away. And there you will be in a hospital gown with your ass hanging out.
Right where they want you. Pain sucks. Question everything.
I deal with my own pain by picking fights with them. Then, I am not focused on my own version of viral agony. I am a laser beam that will find their incompetence and I will set the dial on burn and I will let it cook until the room stinks.
We are not one step from medieval rituals. We are medieval rituals.