A closer walk
The love shack is a little old place where we can get together, love shack baby, love shack." A faint ironic smile pulled at my lips: I'd heard this song many times before, but never in this setting. It was like the room was passing judgment, reminding me how I came to be sitting in a genitourinary medicine (GUM) clinic. He was two metres tall, had dark hair, a gorgeous deep voice, and a thing for blonde girls. I was a blond wild child, enjoying the freedom of travelling, who loved tall men. The condom split.
In the next six months, the incredible power of denial had squashed words like chlamydia into a box and locked it tight. Until now. I met another tall man and the thought of giving him a sexually transmitted infection compelled me to have a sexual health check. But the waiting list was five weeks,