IGNORE TRANSFAGGOT SHIT THERE'S NO POINT IN ARGUING WITH SHILLS, THEY'RE JUST GOING TO START NEW THREADS
Reminder that it's a fucking hypocrite, its closeted faggot husband abused his ex-wife. alisonmcbain.com/blog/speak-of-the-devil-the-lies-of-frank-wu I have an ex-husband named Frank Wu. When we married, I was 24 years old and he was 39. I was young and naive, and he was very manipulative. That, at least, has not changed.
For years after our divorce, his words rang in my ears - he told me in private that my writing was horrible, that I was no good, that I was shit. He let his friends talk down to me and call me abusive names. When I left him, he gave my phone number to his friends so they could call me up and shout abuse at me. In public, he would be all smiles, but in private was a different story. You want to talk about scars? I have a burn mark on my back that I covered up with a tattoo. I didn't want to talk about my first marriage, didn't want to carry that pain with me, so I tried to erase it.
When I was with him, I had just started writing for publication. However, he eroded all of my self-confidence and I stopped writing. For years after our marriage ended, I didn't write because I didn't want to be involved in that world and accidentally cross paths with him.
Only recently have I decided that what he did back then doesn't have to hold me back now. I decided to write again - that I wouldn't live in fear of him or what he could say. I decided this because of my current husband, who has been nothing but supportive and loving of my dreams.
I guess I was wrong about Frank. He made a very public post about me in September: archive.today/69Qmn. I just discovered it today because people are tweeting it. I am adding the link here so you can read it. Because I want you to read the outrageous things he is saying, and to know that what he is saying is BULLSHIT.
Dominic Sullivan
I am not going to stoop to his level of verbal abuse and lies. I am only going to defend myself with facts. He was 15 years my senior. He was older than me, taller than me, outweighed me. When I left - and yes, I was the one to leave - he came up to my parents' house, trying to get me back. When he wouldn't leave me alone, I moved across the country to get away from him. Then he showed up at my sister's apartment in New York City where I was staying while I got my feet under me - he talked his way past the manager by saying he was my husband, and being very persuasive that I would want to see him - and I opened the door to her apartment to find him waiting inside. Let me say, it was not a good surprise to think I was going to a safe space, only to find him waiting for me. So I cut all ties with my old friends, worried they would give him information about me. I changed my number because I was getting phone messages from his friends telling me I was a piece of shit - basically repeating everything he had told me for the year we were together. And then when I had done all that - left my whole life behind - the nightmare, I thought, was over.
My current husband and I are approaching our six-year anniversary. We have two beautiful children. It was my husband who convinced me to stop being afraid to write, to send my stuff out there. It was he who convinced me that nothing bad would happen to me. I tried to tell him that he didn't know my ex-husband and how vindictive and manipulative he was when we were together. I was afraid, but I decided to do it anyway, because I had my husband's loving support.
Let me ask you - what sort of woman runs away across the country, changes her phone number and cuts ties with all of her friends because SHE is the abuser? What sort of man publicly posts such outrageous shit about his ex-wife in a public forum? Yeah, I thought so.
Benjamin Evans
I don't want to live in fear anymore. So, Frank Wu, take your lies and shove them. You can't manipulate me. And you can't hurt me anymore, either.
John Turner
does this moron think gamergate is going to get him elected? seriously who gives a shit about games
Benjamin Watson
WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BUMP IT YOU FUCKING FAGGOT? Sup Forums.org/faq >What is "sage"? >Entering "sage" (by itself) into the [Options] field while replying will cause the thread not to bump to the top of the page. Contrary to popular belief, a sage is not a downvote, and should not be used as one. "sage-bombing" or announcing that you've saged a thread may result in a ban.
Ethan Phillips
We need to meme her in. People would see how fucking nuts she is.
Grayson Sanders
Think you know everything about gay men’s sexual health? Think you’re in good hands with your gay doctor or LGBT health clinic? Think New York City’s Department of Health does a good job educating the gay community about how to stay healthy?
You don’t know shit. Fortunately, for you, this is a story about shit.
I have a lot of sex. Topping, bottoming, oral, rimming. I love it all. Living in New York City as a gay man, sex has never been easier to find. I can find it on apps, at the gym, at bars and clubs, on the subway. Anywhere. And amazingly, in my 18 years of sexual activity, I’ve never contracted gonorrhea, chlamydia, or syphilis. Now that I’m on PreP, I no longer fear contracting HIV. As long as I get my quarterly STD testings, there’s nothing to worry about, right? Wrong.
I’m here to wake you the fuck up.
Four years ago, I started experiencing awful diarrhea. My bowel movements would come out as a brown soupy mess. Everyone gets diarrhea, no big deal. But after a few weeks of terrible, horrible, no good, very bad diarrhea, I decided it was time to see a doctor. The physician’s assistant at my doctor’s office didn’t have any answers for me, but recommended a stool test so a lab could analyze my shit and see what was going on inside.
For those of you who have never done a stool test, it’s not like the SATs. You take the test kit home, poop into a bowl on your bathroom floor (or maybe your office’s bathroom floor depending on what time business calls—try explaining that to your co-workers), then with a spoon or tongue depressor, shovel your own excrement into various vials and containers. You then drop the sample off at a lab and wait four-five days for results.
My results came back positive for giardia.
Blake Rodriguez
>"Boston Uprising" (Koreans) Literally every team on their phony ass made up league is like this. Half-assed football like names, but the entire teams are made up slants from foreign countries.
Why does anyon even watch this literal fucking garbage.
Brandon Phillips
What the fuck is giardia? I had never heard of it before. Giardia, I soon learned, is a parasite that infects the gastrointestinal system. It’s common in developing countries that don’t have clean water systems. You can contract it by ingesting or coming into contact with contaminated foods, soil, or water tainted by the feces of an infected carrier. You can also contract it from anal-oral contact. Rimming. Like I said, I love rimming. The chances are high I contracted it from a sexual partner.
My PA prescribed me an antibiotic called metronidazole to wipe the giardia from my system. I’m generally reluctant to take antibiotics: I have friends who run to the doctor and demand them for the slightest cold, and I’m worried that the overuse and improper use of antibiotics creates superbugs that will render the medicines useless. But when a parasite like giardia is feeding on you from the inside, you really have no other choice.
I took the week-long regimen of metronidazole. Then I had to wait a month and submit a follow-up stool test to make sure the giardia was out of my system. Poop, shovel, drop it off. The results came back negative, showing that the treatment was successful and I was giardia-free.
Unfortunately, however, my gastrointestinal system was free not only from giardia, but also from all the “good” bacteria that makes up my microbiome, too. The gastrointestinal system uses good bacteria to digest food, regulate nutrients, protect against pathogens, and regulate body weight. Without this good bacteria, my body was unable to digest food properly and my poop was still a soupy mess.
Oliver Howard
My doctor instructed me to take probiotics (which I found in the refrigerated section of the health department at Whole Foods). It took several months of probiotic use for my bowel movements to return to normal, but at least my health was in the clear and I felt free to return to having sex without the risk of spreading the parasite.
Fast forward to the spring of 2017. PreP had recently ushered in the second sexual revolution and everyone was now fucking each other like it was 1979. My wonderful boyfriend and I enjoyed a healthy sex life inside and outside our open relationship. Then he started experiencing stomach problems: diarrhea, bloating, stomach aches, nausea. All too familiar with those symptoms, I recommended he go to the doctor and ask for a stool test. It was his turn to experience the whole routine: poop in a bowl on the floor, shovel shit into vials, and drop it off at the lab.
His results came back positive for giardia. He and I had been doing plenty of rimming, so I knew there was a good chance I had been exposed to the parasite. I wasn’t experiencing any symptoms, but decided to put myself through the stool test protocol to be sure. Poop, shovel, drop it off. Miraculously, my results came back negative. Somehow, I had managed to escape the microscopic fangs of giardia. My boyfriend took the metronidazole regimen and eliminated the parasite from his system.
We were in the clear, right?
David Thompson
Well, just a few months later, summer of 2017, my boyfriend started experiencing another bout of diarrhea and stomach cramps. It couldn’t possibly be giardia again, could it? Now on high alert after his first parasite infection, he rushed to the doctor and demanded a stool test. Poop, shovel, drop it off. This time the results came back positive for entamoeba histolytica. What the fuck is entamoeba histolytica?! I knew giardia. Giardia and I were on a first name basis. But entamoeba, what now?
Entamoeba histolytica, as it turns out, is another parasite common in developing countries spread through contaminated drinking water, poor hygiene when handling food, and…rimming. The PA treating him wasn’t familiar with entamoeba histolytica or how to treat it, so she had to research (Google?) how to handle the infection. The medical literature (Google search results?) led us back to metronidazole, the same antibiotic used to treat giardia.
The doctor recommended that I get tested for entamoeba histolytica, too. Inconveniently, I was away from home working in a small, remote town, and wouldn’t return to New York City for several weeks. I had to find a medical lab in this quaint village that could process a stool test. Compounding the challenge, I didn’t have access to a car or bike nor was Uber or Lyft available.
The nearest stool-test equipped lab was a mile down the road at the local hospital emergency room. So I walked to that hospital, explained my situation to the laboratory receptionist, and she kindly arranged for me to receive a stool test kit. I walked the mile back to my AirBnB apartment. Poop, shovel, walk the mile back to the hospital, drop it off.
Benjamin Edwards
Later that afternoon, just when I thought the humiliation couldn’t get any worse, the lab called me to say they had inadvertently forgotten to write my date of birth on the poop vials before they submitted them for processing. The vials were rejected and couldn’t legally be processed. I would have to submit new poop vials. Just flames. Flames on the side of my face.
I took a deep breath and walked the mile back to the hospital and picked up a new stool test kit. The lab receptionist apologized profusely for the error and gave me a $10 gift certificate to the hospital gift shop. I didn’t have any use for stuffed teddy bears or “Get Well Soon” balloons, but appreciated the gesture nonetheless. She offered me access to a private bathroom where I could generate another stool sample, but I politely declined. I’m no monkey. I don’t poop on command, thank you.
I walked the mile back to my AirBnB, where, the next morning, I had another successful bowel movement. Poop, shovel, walk the mile back to the hospital, and drop it off. My duty was done.
Leo Baker
A few days later, a PA in my doctor’s office back in New York City called to say my test results had come back positive for entamoeba histolytica. I, too, would have to go on antibiotics. She prescribed two antibiotics: metronidazole, to kill the adult parasites, and paromomycin, to be taken after completing the metronidazole to destroy the parasite cysts the metronidazole couldn’t kill.
“Hold up!” I said. “My boyfriend and I both have entamoeba histolytica infections. Why are you prescribing me two antibiotics when your office only prescribed him one?”
Her reply was basically, “Ummm, oops?” She and the PA who had written my boyfriend’s prescription seemed to be guessing at how to treat it and hadn’t consulted with each other before writing the prescriptions. They were unfamiliar with this particular parasite and the standard protocol for treatment.
My boyfriend, already several days into his metronidazole prescription, was then given another prescription for paromomycin. He was not happy with me for basically pulling the medical equivalent of “Teacher, you forgot to assign homework!”
I began and finished the metronidazole regimen. There were no major side effects. It was then time for the paromomycin. My gastrointestinal system had a severe reaction to it, turning every ounce of food I ate immediately into liquid. It was like a fucking magic trick. I spent the next week running to the bathroom several times a day to shit my brains out. By the end of the treatment, I was 10 pounds lighter and my gastrointestinal microbiome would have to be completely rebuilt from scratch. That meant lots and lots of probiotics.
Josiah Foster
I began taking probiotic pills and discovered a powerful probiotic kimchi made by Sinto Gourmet at an Asian grocery store in Koreatown. It’s actually delicious and surprisingly refreshing to eat first thing in the morning. Still, it took several weeks for my bowel movements to return to anything identifiable as normal.
I go to one of the busiest LGBT health clinics in the city for my quarterly PreP follow up and STD screening. This past fall, I went in for my follow up and the doctor asked the routine, “How has your health been?”
I gave him all the shitty details. I asked him, “Have you noticed an uptick in parasite infections in the gay community in New York City?”
“No,” he said, “but, honestly, that’s not really our primary focus.”
“If a patient comes in with a parasite infection,” I asked, “do you encourage their sexual partners to get tested?”
“No, we only test someone for a parasite if they display symptoms,” he said.
“But gay men don’t even know they’re at risk! We didn’t learn about parasites in sex ed class. No doctor has ever warned me about it. I’ve never seen the departments of health or the CDC put out any educational materials on the subject.” I ranted, breathlessly. “And when guys contract parasites, they’re too embarrassed to talk about it, I can’t be the first person in this city to get giardia or entamoeba histolytica.”
I looked at him soberly. “Listen, you are one of the largest providers of healthcare to the LGBT community in New York City, maybe the largest, and I think you could be doing more to educate men who have sex with men about sexually transmitted gastrointestinal parasites and the risks of rimming!”
“Yeah…” he acquiesced. “You’re probably right.”
Evan Parker
So here I am, infected with giardia for the second time in my life after having eradicated entamoeba histolytica from my body just months earlier. My boyfriend has also been exposed to both.
But we can’t be the only ones.
I don’t know how many of you out there have sexually contracted a gastrointestinal parasite, but I do know our health care providers and departments of health are failing when it comes to keeping us informed about this issue.
The friends I’ve told about giardia and entamoeba histolytica all have the same response, “What is that?!” They are blissfully ignorant of either parasite, while engaging in the same sexual acts that put them at risk of contracting them.
I don’t have any easy answers here, but I’m hoping to begin a dialogue and spread awareness. If you’ve taken anything from my shitty experience, ask your doctor about how your sexual practices may put you at risk of contracting a gastrointestinal parasite.
Tell your friends about this gross story you read on the internet. And maybe, just maybe, think twice before you chow down on another dude’s ass.
Logan Howard
user stop it!- please no bullying the mentally challenged person.
Carter Williams
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Grayson Hughes
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Angel Miller
That thing is such a mentally ill jew
Alexander Bell
> Be transformer (decipticon) > Get elected Yet again, proving anything a woman can do, a man can do better (including being a woman, apparently)
Andrew Lee
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Aiden Collins
How is adding trannies to anything adding women? It's just adding men playing at being a woman. It doesn't offer any female insight as they are just pretending to be a woman and have no idea how a real woman acts.
Jace Hughes
Obligatory >she >her
Adam Cooper
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Owen Moore
What is her endgame?
Brayden Collins
Is the giant closeup of her face really necessary?
