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Demon By Day - from Mojocastle Press
Heat Flash - a Podcast of Erotic Flash Fiction
Cream: The Best
of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association
Ripe Fruit: Erotica
for Well-Seasoned Lovers
Alienated - ERWA Treasure Chest
Garden of the
Perverse: Fairy Tales for Twisted Adults
Aphrodite
Overboard: The Erotic Memoirs of a Victorian Lady
Vertigo
Guide To Getting It
On!, 5th Edition
Playing For Keeps
Mur Lafferty, author
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Saturday, June 30, 2007
Where Oh Where Is My Inner Porn Queen?
Here's an unusual scenario. Right now, it's Saturday evening. I am at my laptop with a bowl of ice cream and a glass of wine. My youngest child is sound asleep. My oldest just left a little while ago with her father for an evening pool party and won't be back for two hours. The house is quiet. I am alone.
Oh my god, what am I going to do with myself?!
I am so fried and tired from the past two months. Since May, I've picked up a couple of paying graphics jobs, I've set up this blog and redesigned my entire erotica website around it, I've written a new short story, submitted two stories and three flash fiction pieces for publication, and outlined a new book on my digital voice recorder. On the personal side, I've been playing nursemaid to a very sick cat (who keeps crapping on my carpet, eats six times a day and has to be medicated at every meal so now he's in the garage to keep the other cats from eating his food), I've celebrated my youngest child's first birthday and my neighbor's wedding, and I've had to watch my husband's birthday, Father's Day, my wedding anniversary, and my sister's birthday sort of slip past as I gamely struggle to keep up.
Man, I am exhausted just from writing that last paragraph. Damn.
I have been enjoying myself with some of this stuff (not the cat crapping on the carpet though, that's been really icky to say the least). One of my graphics projects is a website I'm designing for a fellow writer. Some of the artwork I've done for that is so nice that I want to steal it for myself. And the other paying gigs are for one of my all time favorite clients, Logical Lust. They're always fun to work with.
But having said all that, I'm just beat right now, and it's killing me because being this tired has led to a horrendous case of writer's block.
Now, I know I have one book that I have already outlined, and I pretty much know what I'm doing with that one, so that's not the problem. No, the problem is I'm trying to come up with ideas for this website or maybe for an erotica podcast I'd like to do. What I want is to have some original content, i.e. FICTION, that's never been previously published. In other words, it's just for this site. I'm thinking a serial fiction piece that I can write in small episodes that appeals to my favorite sub-genres of erotica - m/m, fem dom, BDSM, sci-fi, fantasy, horror, and spec fic. And I've had ideas, some of which I've been really excited about, but when I start to do some serious thinking about them, I can only get through maybe a few scenes before the story peters out and falls flat.
What's the problem here? Why can't I jump start myself and write?
I've had this happen a lot lately. I blame it on being stuck in "Mommy" mode. I can go on and on about taking care of the kids and cleaning the house to the point where I sort of forget what it’s like to write erotica. Or maybe I should say I get a little scared of writing erotica. You know how I mentioned I had an inner prude? Well, when I'm in "Mommy" mode, the inner prude takes over and squashes my inner porn queen. Now I have nothing against my inner prude. When you're a mom, you have to have one in order to sort through what's okay and what's not for your kids. But man, can that bitch kill my ability to write.
I had this problem back in the fall when I struggled with an m/m story for an animal-themed anthology by Torquere Press. I wanted to do something upbeat, a sweet little m/m piece involving two guys who loved horses but kept locking horns over how to break a particular stallion. It had all the right elements - hot young guys who hate each other yet find each other strangely attractive; a stable for wrestling and later frolicking in; bridles, saddles, riding crops, and all sorts of other naughty props. I wrote about 20 pages of that story. And then I got stuck. So I rewrote it. And rewrote it... And rewrote it...
It took me ten weeks to figure out what the problem was. I wanted a light, fluffy story with a happy ending, while at the same time I wanted a hot story with horses, and a forbidden passion for said horses, in it. Really forbidden stories rarely ever end happily. To keep my happy ending, I kept taking out the things that would make the story really hot. But I was so damned determined to have a happy ending, to not get near that forbidden line of "bestiality," that I kept neutering my story. Thus I could never get anywhere past the twentieth page.
When I finally figured out what I was doing, I sat down and banged out a searing hot story in two weeks. It has no happy ending. It does veer toward that forbidden zone of bestiality (but does not cross into it - that's a big no-no). And it included elements of bullying, questionable consent, and violence. But I swear I get wet every time I sit down and read this story.
That story never made it into the Torquere Press antho. Nor did it make it into the next market I sent it out to. Both rejection letters stated that the story was very good, but not the right fit for the market. A silver lining, but one I appreciate, because getting feedback on any story is always a blessing, and in the instance of the Torquere antho, I got detailed feedback and suggestions as to where I could send the story next. Can't beat that with a stick.
So after killing myself over that story, I sat down to write something entirely different - an older woman seduces a much younger man. I was ready for to write. I knew what I wanted to do. No writer's block this time.
Except that it happened again. I got about twenty pages in and whammo! I was stuck.
This time, I was at least able to recognize I had a problem, and that the problem was probably something similar to my previous episode of writer's block. I was trying too hard to write a nice, upbeat piece of fluff. I needed to write something else entirely, I needed to write something forbidden. So I wrote about a divorced housewife addicted to gay porn who seduces her son's best friend. And then I had a story that curled my toes and set my laptop on fire.
Again, this story did not get into the anthology it was written for, although once again I did get nice comments back from the editor. I sent it out again last night and am now in the holding pattern, waiting to see if someone else likes it and this time wants to publish it. It would be nice...
So after all that, you'd think I'd be an expert at dealing with writer's block. No way in hell. I'm stuck neck-deep in it again. I've had no less than three great ideas for a serial story/podcast, and in each case, I've not been able to get anywhere past that twenty-page point. I think it's the same problem again. I'm afraid to head out into forbidden territory. Given what I've written in the past, you'd think forbidden territory would be like a second home to me. It's not. Every time it's new and scary. Every time I sit down to write, my inner prude jumps up and screams, "Oh my god, you can't write that! You're a mother of two! What will people think?!"
But you know, if I want to be an erotica writer, that's exactly the sort stuff I need to write. And it's exactly the sort of story I want to write. And I know I've got those kinds of stories in me somewhere. Stories about two beautiful young men hopelessly attracted to each other, who find themselves alone in some secluded place, who can't help but undress each other, stroke each other's cocks then suck on each other until one of them finally ends up on his hands and knees, biting his lower lip as his lover...
Ah, I just need to sit down and day dream a bit, maybe have a little more wine. I'm sure with a little bit of coaxing, my inner porn queen will soon come back out to play.Labels: My Inner Porn Queen, My Inner Prude, Write-At-Home Mom, Writer's Block |
Friday, June 29, 2007
Story - Husbands And Wives
...He gave a bitter laugh. "What good is a husband? He serves one purpose, and that's it. A man from a rich family can do it just as well as a man from a poor one. And the rich man is a better deal. You won't have to support his family for the rest of their lives..."
More...Labels: Helen's Stories, Spec Fic Erotica |
Story - Event Horizon
...On the main floor below us a group of G'avlox, Oonorns, humans, and other sentient beings convulsed together in a writhing orgy of arms, legs, and other limbs. Sweat and semen glistened over skin, scales, and feathers alike beneath the glow of the Seven Sisters. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves and I would have joined them, but I personally found the Oonorns a bit off-putting. Some people rave about the pleasures of tentacled genitalia, but I wouldn't fuck something like that even if the universe were about to end.
Which, unfortunately, it was.
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Originally published on the ERWA Theme Gallery, 2004Labels: Helen's Stories, Sci-fi Erotica |
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
You Gotta Be Kidding Me - Age of Love TV Series
I would like to think that any woman who has made it to her forties would have enough self-respect, enough strength of personality, and enough intelligence to know better than to participate in something like this crap:
Age of Love Television Series On NBC
Seven women in their forties compete against six women in their twenties for the affections of an Australian tennis susperstar. What's wrong with these people? First off, why for love of Pete do 13 women need to vie any guy's attention? Does his money really make him all that attractive? Second, how real is his affection going to be for the so-called winner of this show? Third, why should the ages of these women make a difference? The only difference I would think age would make would be that the older women, having more experience, would have more common sense than to get involved in garbage like this. And that's what this show is. It's garbage, complete tripe, aimed at amusing some moron who thinks it's funny to watch a bunch of women catfight over one stupid tennis star.
Why do television studios put women through this? Wasn't the Bachelor bad enough? Or even Joe Millionaire? Are TV execs really so insecure that they have to keep degrading women to make themselves feel better? Are there really women out there who are so foolish and empty-headed that they think participating in a "reality" show like this will somehow make their lives better? Make them famous or rich, even?
Please dear god, let this just be a bad dream. I'm going to pinch myself to wake up, and when I wake up, this "news" will be nothing more than a figment of my subconscious brought on by eating one too many Godiva chocolates.
Ouch! That hurt. What? Damn, the news is still there. I guess there are women dumb enough to play along with this bullshit. Sad, ain't it?Labels: Rant, Sexual Stereotypes, You Gotta Be Kidding Me |
Monday, June 18, 2007
In The News - Women Like Porn. Go Figure...
I saw this and all I can do is shake my head...
Sex toys and porn on her terms
I had various thoughts on the article. First off, it is very stupid to arrest a woman armed with a dildo, because she probably knows how to use it and will no doubt put the arresting officer to shame if he dares try to cuff her.
Second, women do not "giggle" at sex toy parties. I know because I've been to a few, and they are some of the raunchiest parties I've ever enjoyed. You see for yourself what happens when you get together a bunch of grown women, all liquored up, and hand out a few giant purple silicone dicks for them to pass around. Nobody is going to be giggling, trust me, but at least one woman will hop on that gargantuan shlong and pretend to ride it like a broncing buck, all the while yelling something like, "Yee-haw! Tie 'em to the bed and ride 'em till they're dead!"
Third, no shit do women "hunger" for sex toys and porn. Guys have been getting theirs for years, and we know it and now we want ours. Yes, we like to see dirty pictures, because guess what, we are visual creatures too (unless we're blind) and we get turned on by visual imagery. Care to argue differently? Then tell me why Madison Avenue and the main stream media constantly shove images in our face of what we're supposed to look like? If we didn't process information visually, all those pics of stick figure super-models wearing the latest over-priced fashions would in no way influence the way we dress, shop, or eat. But we do process info visually, and not just info on fashion or body image. We can also process info on naked men, naked women with naked men, naked women with naked women, and even naked men with naked men (ever heard of yaoi?).
So yeah, we get visual imagery. As for wanting sex toys? Well we like having orgasms too, and why should we have to wait for a man to come along and give us one when we can make one ourselves with a little help from a pocket rocket or a rabbit vibrator? Although hey, we could just use our own two hands...Labels: In The News, Porn, Rant, Sex Toys, Sexual Stereotypes |
Saturday, June 16, 2007
On Writing - What Bunch Of Whiners!
My god, my four-year old doesn't whine this bad.
My Book Deal Ruined My Life
Do these guys have it hard or what? Not a one of them mentions being a stay-at-home parent, I might point out. But hey, I'm a stay-at-home mom, and even I can get at least one book written in a year. Not to mention that I can get out to exercise, meet friends, have a life... What's wrong with these people?
Does anyone else ever have the problems these guys are having? Heck, I don't even get the advance they're getting, but I still have far fewer problems getting my work done.Labels: Write-At-Home Mom, Writing Business |
Friday, June 15, 2007
More Website Updates - Amazon.com Links
| I just added Amazon.com links to the sidebar and set up the Amazon.com preview script on the site. So any books and/or other items you see listed on the website will probably have a pop-up that appears when you move your mouse over them. If you find that annoying, please let me know. The pop-up thing is very easy to remove, and while I'd like to make a little money off of Amazon.com stuff, I'd rather not annoy any of my readers. Labels: Site update |
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
In The News - Olympian Amanda Beard Poses Nude
This is a long, disjointed ramble sparked by recent headlines on the human figure, au natural...
Beard goes from swimsuit to birthday suit.
I am of two minds about this one. On the one hand, I think it's entirely up to Amanda Beard what she does with her body. If she wants to pose nude, that's her business. And I mean that literally as well as figuratively because she herself seems to state that this is a business move for her. This is a young female athlete looking to make money and set herself up as a celebrity. She's thinking of her financial future here and how posing in the nude will launch her post-Olypics career. Is Amanda Beard damaging women's sports in the process? I dunno. Am I damaging the whole of women's literature by writing erotica? I don't think so. There are a lot of women writers out there, and I don't think people really are going to judge them based on my stories. They'll just judge me, and that's how it should be.
On the other hand, something about this whole "Amanda Beard naked" issue bothers me. I can't escape the feeling that a) I think Beard is making a mistake and b) I would have more respect for her if she were keeping her swimsuit on. I know, I know. Maybe this is just a case of my inner prude popping up again. After all, this is an Olympian we're talking about, and I've always looked at Olympic athletes as role models for children. Do I want my kids looking up to a woman that strips for Playboy Magazine? No. Yet I have no problem with my kids looking at nude statues in the museum, where I can explain to them that the human body is a beautiful thing.
What's the difference I wonder, between a Venus de Milo and a picture of a naked Amanda Beard? Why is one art and the other just wrong? I keep going over it in my head but can't quite tease out the answer.
I guess part of my problem is that I feel Beard is using her body to get what she wants, but she's playing by men's rules. That is, she's setting herself up as a sex object for men to drool over, but not necessarily to respect. Yeah, she got to choose the photographer, the setting, and which pictures got shown, but she still ends up butt nekkid inside Playboy magazine, getting spattered with jizm while the guys who bought the magazine wank off to her pictures. Although maybe that makes her feel powerful and in control, having all those guys masturbate over her. (Why, I don't know. I never understood this point of view. I like to seize power in more subversive ways, I guess, like by writing a really hot story that provokes the same reaction; again, I wonder what the difference is.)
Maybe what bothers me is that she's setting herself up as a sex object rather than as a sex predicate. Hang with me here, even if you're not that into grammar. In basic English grammar, sentences are composed of subjects (nouns) and predicates (verbs). The subject names the topic, while the predicate tells us about that topic. To put it another way: A verb shows action or state of being. The subject tells who or what about the verb. What about the object though? Well, the object is the thing that gets acted upon. It never takes action itself though. In other words, it's passive. And guess what? It's not even necessary to the sentence. It's just a nice add on that's sitting there waiting for stuff to happen. And I think that's what Amanda Beard is doing with these pics - she's setting herself up as a nice little passive sex object to receive whatever shit people decide to dish out (although she'll be well-paid for it, but does money really buy respect?).
I'd really like to see Amanda Beard do something more active, more original, and more creative to make her mark in this world. Swimming and athletics are active, predicate sorts of things. They're achievements accomplished by hard work, perverance, and sweat. Posing nude for Playboy is passive and only involves the sweat if it adds value to the photoshoot. It's going to get Beard some attention, but is it the kind of attention she really wants? When I want attention, I write a rip-roaring erotica story. Writing is active, it's work, it's predicate. People may jerk off to my story, but they're jerking off to my hard work, my actions, not my passive image.
Amanda Beard wants to establish herself as a celebrity. She needs to keep looking for better ways to do that, ways that still utilize her sexual allure without playing by men's rules (Hey honey, just stand there and look pretty while I point and click and imagine my dick in your mouth). Again, I say that I think the human body is beautiful, but I think exploitation is down right ugly. And Amanda Beard is being exploited here. Not so much by Playboy magazine but by herself. In my heart of hearts, I think she could have done it differently. She could have done it better. At the very least, she could have done it like Madonna did and really shook things up.
I'm getting off my soap box now.Labels: In The News, My Inner Prude, Sexual Power |
Monday, June 11, 2007
In The News - Nude Bicycling?
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Work, Work, Work - My Story For ERWA's Erotic Speculative Fiction Theme Week
I'm beat. I've been up late every night this week working on a short story for ERWA's Theme Week. In case you're not familiar with this, the Erotica Readers and Writers Association has an online writing group where people can post stories for critique. Once every month, the writers group does a theme-story only week. The editors of the site choose the theme and all stories submitted that week must be related to that theme. Pretty straightforward, right? The idea is to prompt people to write to a theme because many erotica anthologies are theme-based, and if you want to succeed in the antho market, you've got to be able to write to all sorts of themes. The theme weekend is also supposed to get people to write in subgenres outside of their normal area, but there are a few folks (like me) who sometimes use theme weekend as an excuse to write something in the subgenre they love the most.
Well, this month's theme weekend was erotic speculative fiction. To qualify for submission to the writers group this weekend, the story had to answer the question "what if?" and take us to a place where reality as we know it has been altered. Although speculative fiction is frequently associated with science fiction, it goes well beyond that. Think alternative history (like Harry Turtledove), alternative societal structures (Sherri S. Tepper), and more.
For me, the erotica spec fic theme is an opportunity to play with current day issues of gender roles and sexuality. Over the last four years, I've written four different stories for the same theme. With this year's story, I asked, "What would happen if men died immediately after conceiving children during intercourse?" Odd question, maybe, but think about praying mantis' or queen bees. They mate and then kill their mates. What would happen to human society if husbands died the first time they had sex with their wives? That one odd question gave me plenty to think about and plenty to write. I didn't come up with the idea until last weekend, so I spent all this week pounding out the story as fast as I could. The current draft is really rough, but at least I managed to get it to the writers group for critique. I'll admit, there was more speculation than sex in this one, something I'll be changing in the final draft (hey, it is supposed to be erotic speculative fiction). But I think the final story worked well. I'll be posting it on the website when it's done.Labels: Current Work |
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
I Don't Speak German, But I Think I Get The Picture
The following link is about safety (health safety to be exact), but it is not at all work safe, so open at your own risk (nude pictures get you fired folks!):
Stich-Stiftung: Schock-Plakate gegen Aids - stern.de
In case you're wondering what you're looking at, these are German ads for an HIV/AIDS prevention campaign. Talk about hard core.Labels: AIDS, HIV |
Sunday, June 3, 2007
In The Art World - 2,000 Gather for Nude Shoot in Amsterdam
I've heard about events like this before - 2,000 Gather for Nude Shoot in Amsterdam - and as always it makes me consider why people do what they do. It's not just the public nudity that I wonder about, but the reasons why people do anything risky or risque in a public setting. Why take off all your clothing to be photographed for display? Why have sex outdoors at a local picnic ground? Why write a dirty story and publish it in a national magazine? Why have sleep with a stranger and tell all your friends?
Is it the thrill of possibly be caught, or as in this case, the thrill of definitely being caught (on film in Amsterdam no less)? Is it the adrenaline rush that comes from getting away with being bad, or is it the bragging rights that come with getting away with being bad? Do people do these things because they're bored? Do they do it because of peer pressure? Do they do it to set themselves apart from the crowd?
Franz Kafka wrote a story called "The Hunger Artist" in which a man starves himself as an art form. One of the major themes of the story was the artist's relationship to his audience. The artist starves himself to entertain others, but also to validate who he is. I'm offering a very simplistic explanation of the theme here, and if you want a more in-depth look there's plenty of discussion to be found on the web and in the library. But I wonder if that simplistic theme applies to my questions here and now. Why do people engage in risky public behavior? To entertain others and validate themselves? It's an answer I'll buy.Labels: In The Art World, Public Nudity |
Friday, June 1, 2007
In The News: FDA Continues Deferral Of Gay Blood Donors
Here's a headline I just couldn't believe:
Banned for life: Gay men still can't donate blood: Gay men remain banned for life from donating blood, the government said, leaving in place _for now_ a 1983 prohibition meant to prevent the spread of HIV through transfusions.
This showed up last week on MSN.com, and I've been considering the implications of it. Rather than go off half-cocked, I decided to do a little research on the subject first. Here's what I've found so far.
According to the Food & Drug Administration website, the FDA is responsible for making sure that any patient who receives a blood transfusion is protected by 'five layers of overlapping safeguards.' These safeguards include:
Donor screening - all donors are required to answer questions regarding the safety of their blood.
Blood testing - all blood donated must be tested to ensure it is free of infections diseases like HIV or BSE (the 'mad cow' disease).
Donor lists - blood collection centers must keep lists to prevent collection of blood from people who have been deferred.
Quarantine - donated blood must be kept in strict quarantine until it has been tested and approved for use.
Problems and deficiencies - blood centers must practice quality control of manufacturing and storage of blood products and must report any problems to the FDA.
All the above is just my rough summation of what you can find on the FDA website. The particular safeguard I'm discussing here is the first one, the donor screening. If you reveal during the screening process that you are a man who has had sex with another man, you will be deferred from donating blood. Note the FDA says 'deferred' and not 'banned,' although you are deferred for life in this case, which to be honest sounds like being banned to me. The FDA also uses the term 'men who have sex with other men' (MSM) as opposed to gay or bisexual. I'm not sure if the language really makes any difference beyond political correctness. The FDA makes the following statement on its policy regarding 'deferring MSMs' from donating blood:
Men who have had sex with other men, at any time since 1977 (the beginning of the AIDS epidemic in the United States) are currently deferred as blood donors. This is because MSM are, as a group, at increased risk for HIV, hepatitis B and certain other infections that can be transmitted by transfusion.
The policy is not unique to the United States. Many European countries have recently reexamined both the science and ethics of the lifetime MSM deferral, and have retained it...
The FDA also states:
In 2005, the largest estimated proportion of HIV/AIDS diagnoses were for men who have sex with men (MSM)...
Of course, being at high risk for HIV isn't the only reason why a person wouldn't be allowed to donate blood. One reason for deferral is spending six months or more in the U.K. The concern over the transmission of Creutzfedlt-Jakob Disease and mad cow disease has put these people of the deferred list indefinitely.
Hepatitis B can also get you deferred for life, as can intravenous drug use and prostitution. According to the FDA, these deferrals have to be made because these individuals are at high risk for carrying HIV and other communicable diseases, much higher than the rest of the population. And while all blood donations are tested for disease, even with improvements in HIV and other disease testing, there is still a chance that a test could be wrong and the donor could be positive for the disease in question. They say:
Blood donor testing using current advanced technologies has greatly reduced the risk of HIV transmission but cannot yet detect all infected donors or prevent all transmission by transfusions. While today's highly sensitive tests fail to detect less than one in a million HIV infected donors, it is important to remember that in the US there are over 20 million transfusions of blood, red cell concentrates, plasma or platelets every year. Therefore, even a failure rate of 1 in a million can be significant if there is an increased risk of undetected HIV in the blood donor population.
Now I have to admit, I am a cautious person. I want to know if I need a blood transfusion that the blood I am receiving is not going to end up killing me in the long run later on. But I also have to wonder if excluding the entire gay population from donating blood doesn't quite make sense. Gay rights activist Peter Tachell discusses how this ban lumps all gay men together in one category (like a class of Typhoid Maries, he says), failing to acknowledge that gay men who practice safe sex and or who have been in long-term monogamous relationships or are even celibate pose little risk as blood donors.
The FDA argues differently, of course. According to their research:
Having had a low number of partners is known to decrease the risk of HIV infection. However, to date, no donor eligibility questions have been shown to reliably identify a subset of MSM (e.g., based on monogamy or safe sexual practices) who do not still have a substantially increased rate of HIV infection compared to the general population or currently accepted blood donors. In the future, improved questionnaires may be helpful to better select safe donors, but this cannot be assumed without evidence.
In other words, the FDA hasn't figured out yet how to identify gay men who don't pose a health risk to the blood supply.
I don't know. To me it makes sense to say that a gay man who either practices safe sex or is in a monogamous relationship poses the same or lower risk to the blood supply than a heterosexual man who sleeps around. Yet if you look at a screening questionnaire for donors, you'll note that while the FDA does want to know if you're a man who's had sex with another man even once, they don't care how many women heterosexual men have slept with. Of course, they also don't ask if women if they've ever had sex with another woman, so that really makes me wonder. Is the FDA ban on gay blood donors really homophobic, or are they looking objectively at the numbers of HIV cases in the various donor populations and making their decision in a sound scientific manner? After all, homophobia is the fear of homosexuals, and aren't lesbians homosexuals? Or does that term only apply to men having sex with other men?
The more I look at it, the more the issue raises questions for me. For instance, the FDA is depending on people to answer the donor questionnaire honestly. But what if they don't? What if a male donor had sex with another man, but decides to lie about it when giving blood? Also, what happens if some other group suddenly shows a higher rate of positive HIV tests than gay men? Like say, black women? If more black women than gay men received positive HIV test results, would we then defer black women from donating blood for life? And if we did, would there be a huge outcry over this, claiming that the deferral is racist? And you better seriously think about this one, because guess what? Black women are one of the fastest growing populations among those infected with HIV and AIDS in the US.
There's much more going on with this debate than I can cover in one blog entry, and even after reading up on the subject all this past week, I still can't make up my mind on where I stand on it. In fact, my head is spinning from all the reading I've done to date. So rather than come down on one side of the fence or the other, I'll just say I'm still reading and still learning. And if you're interested in reading and learning, check out the FDA website and the links in this article to see for yourself. If you're really adventurous, you can look at the statistics the FDA uses to make its decisions. The link is here. If you figure this out, let me know.Labels: AIDS, HIV, In The News, Sexual Discrimination |
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