Some people believe that bugchasers are a myth. We’re here to tell you they certainly are not.
Remember how fun your last herpes outbreak was? No?
Some might answer differently.
Over the past few decades a subculture has evolved, primarily in the gay community, of those that rabidly seek HIV, to go from ‘neg’ to ‘poz’. Inversed, the other side is known as ‘gift-giving’, where the giver seeks to infect or ‘breed’ those who are HIV free. I’d like to say I’ve heard stranger things, but I really haven’t.
Bugchasing has laid just below the surface of mainstream sex-chat for a while now. Rolling Stone came out with the shocker back in 2003 when Gregory Freeman interviewed “Carlos”, an avowed bugchaser, who treated “HIV infected semen like liquid gold”. The article was met with a massive rebuke from associated medical organizations and LGBT interest groups alike. They called it a myth, and a ploy to demonise gay people through a tiny community which few people were sure even existed.
Since then, it looks like the press at large has kept the subject at arm’s length. Understandably so, covering a subject as obscure as this really doesn’t make for reliable, or comfortable, researching. But, unpaid and desperate for validation as I am, I looked further.
Occasionally obtuse to the point of seeming autistic, my first stroke of investigative genius was to just ask people point blank. This did not work. Most homosexual people I approached had never heard of it, those who had lived through the horrors of the 80s epidemic found it too horrible to fathom, many were just insulted. Had I continued, I may well have alienated considerable portions of gay Londoners. As I should have realised earlier, it is insulting to equate one with the other. Gays, I apologize.
It would be easy to think, as I was so often told, that bugchasing is a homophobic myth. That it is a pointed, harmful rumour, something similar to communists hiding under your bed, or the yellow man coming to steal your job. But, as it happens, they do exist. So, if you’ll indulge me for a second: kiss my ass, legions of respected HIV researchers, activists, medical professionals and MTV.
Having said that, weeks of searching came up with little apart from an old Russian called HARRY (not Harry, HARRY) with a tenuous hold on the English language. He’s syphilitic, and so unashamed that he constantly publishes pictures of his syphilis ridden member. He asked if I was from Canada and then stopped responding. So much for that. He hopes to become HIV positive by the age of 73. Good luck HARRY, you strange, strange man.
I delved deeper into the sweaty corners of the internet and found that for those willing to look, there’s plenty to look at. In fact, bugchasing seems to be well accommodated on the internet. Breeding Zone is apparently the largest bugchasing site out there, run by a friendly former rentboy known online as rawTOP. Sites like STDpassions and Tribes boast plenty of boards for people to share anecdotes, fun pics, tips and dates. Viewed from afar, it might seem something similar to a World of Warcraft chatroom. I even found a group called seedswappers that, by accident or not, provides for the shared interest of heirloom tomato seed swapping and a directory for HIV infection. There are even dating websites like Bug-chaser personals, describing itself as “the number one place” for anyone looking for HIV, imploring you to “live life on the edge” by having “sex with a positive guy”. Their emails continue to ravage my inbox. Another website, Poz Singles, seems to have kicked me off for my ulterior motives. Bastards.
The desire for HIV is earnest for many, and it seems as though they’re pretty well accommodated. That is, if comments such as “I would gladly pump my poz seed into your boy kunt and/or push my blood filled Meth rig into your vein”, are to be believed. One chaser I happened upon, a 16-year-old not satisfied with having group sex with seven positives, mainlined infected blood just to be sure. A certain amount of, pardon my French, ‘hard fucking’ seems to be in demand among chasers, if only to ensure infection. Bugchasers supposedly hold sero-conversion parties (the reality of which is disputed) to accommodate those wishing to be ‘pozzed’. They look for high viral loads and don’t bother with the meds. Some stick a toothbrush up the ass, and why not? Half measures seem a little counter-intuitive at this point.