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minutes of listening to what he’s saying and bouncing it back<br />
to him, he’s calmed down enough and is breathing deeply. It’s<br />
always hard, these kinds of calls. I’ve been down that frightening<br />
stretch of dark road myself when a condom broke.<br />
I tell him that yes, he is at risk, but from what he says (it was<br />
unprotected oral sex), it is a relatively low risk—though not<br />
impossible. I reassure him and calm him, soothing him till he<br />
can listen. There’s no reason to panic till he knows. I give him<br />
the information that oral sex is still debatable, but he’s still<br />
bargaining for his life—especially after the new study that<br />
suggests that unprotected oral sex may be just as risky as<br />
intercourse—so why take a risk on your life? I tell him that<br />
the only way to be sure is to have himself and his partner<br />
tested as soon as possible to find out their status. Then, after<br />
either abstinence or good safe(r) sex for six months, get<br />
tested again.<br />
I take a deep breath. “You can’t get anyone to do anything<br />
they don’t want to do, but you can talk to her. Tell her how<br />
much you like it and how much it would mean to you. If she’s<br />
scared or nervous, take it real slow and at her pace.”<br />
He listens. I’ll give him that at least. Sometimes the callers,<br />
mainly male callers, are angry at not getting their idealized lovers.<br />
We try our best to get them information about consent,<br />
safe(r) sex, and communication: Ask, be safe, and talk about<br />
it. I hope I get some of it across to him and wish him the<br />
best—and tell him he might want to have her call us, too.<br />
Meanwhile, one of our female volunteers is having trouble<br />
with a caller. I can hear her voice, angry but level, disengaging<br />
from the call. I hear only one side of it, but it’s enough to<br />
know most of what’s going on: “Do you have a question? If<br />
you don’t have a legitimate question, I’m going to hang up. If<br />
you don’t stop, I’m going to hang up. I’m hanging up.”<br />
Besides, I remind him, there are other things out there that<br />
are sometimes as bad or worse than HIV: the clap (gonorrhea),<br />
syphilis, herpes, hepatitis (which can kill faster than<br />
HIV), PID (Pelvic Inflammatory Disease), genital warts—the<br />
list is long and scary.<br />
Afterwards, I’m shaking. I let the other volunteers take some<br />
calls while I sit and decompress. Sometimes we get hard<br />
calls, scary ones—I was abused; I was raped<br />
(those we talk down and try to get them to call<br />
the police or a rape crisis line); I was hurt. One<br />
of the things SFSI trains us for is a sex-positive<br />
attitude, but these kinds of calls remind<br />
us that while sex can be beautiful, it can also be frightening<br />
and dangerous.<br />
By now the night is getting late. Outside, a street I can’t name<br />
(because the switchboard is a secret) hums with late-night travelers.<br />
Next to me one of the phones chirps, and I pick it up.<br />
She clicks him off (I know it’s a him) and looks at the phone<br />
with frustration and disgust.<br />
I take the next few calls, along with the other male volunteers.<br />
We get nothing but hang-ups for about fifteen minutes.<br />
It’s a sad, but realistic, fact of life for any kind of switchboard<br />
(suicide, AIDS info, or whatever) that you have those callers.<br />
“How can I get my girlfriend<br />
to go down on me?” he says without<br />
preamble.<br />
They can get to you sometimes, the angry men, the mentally<br />
ill (men and women), the just plain lonely (who just want<br />
to talk about sex—of any kind), and the self-righteously religious.<br />
But then the phone rings again, and it’s someone we<br />
can help, someone with a question we can really answer.<br />
“San Francisco Sex Information, can I help you?”<br />
“How can I get my girlfriend to go down on me?” he says<br />
without preamble.<br />
Consent. SFSI is big on consent. In a world that frequently<br />
acts without asking, San Francisco Sex Information is a<br />
bastion of asking permission, of communication. “Have you<br />
talked to her about it?”<br />
“Yeah, but she says she doesn’t like doing it.”<br />
“Does she say what she doesn’t like about it? Does she<br />
choke? Doesn’t like the taste?”<br />
“Yeah, she says she chokes on it.”<br />
“San Francisco Sex Information, can I help you?”<br />
“I have, um, a question...” He sounds young, maybe midtwenties.<br />
His voice, while nervous, is laced with strength—I<br />
bet he’s just trying to frame his question and isn’t paralyzed<br />
by calling.<br />
“Sure, that’s what we’re here for. Go ahead.”<br />
“I like to, um, ah, wear my girlfriend’s panties....”<br />
Reflexive listening: “And how does that make you feel?” I say<br />
back, getting comfortable—sometimes it can take a while to<br />
coax out the real question.<br />
“Good—I mean, it turns me on and all.”<br />
For many calls, the bottom line, again, is, “Am I normal?”<br />
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