I have an STI. I was diagnosed ten years ago at the NY Gay and Lesbian Health Clinic. I was 20, a university graduate who had just moved to NY from Beirut and was living with her girlfriend in Brooklyn. One night, I felt a sharp pain in my genitals that increased with every step of my evening walk. When I got home, frustrated that my workout had been less than satisfactory, I went into the bathroom and noticed a sore on my vagina. I told my girlfriend, she took a look, and we made an appointment at the clinic for the next day.
At the clinic, a friendly female butch doctor examined me. She was the first gynecologist I had been too.