During December I had held the vain hope that this warts situation would be over and done with by the start of the new year. Obviously hadn't been the case. That said, there is some improvements. Since I started the freezing treatment again I've seen a difference. The nurses and doctors seem to know now that this is a burden for me. I usually get some sympathetic words. It's nice, but being pitied as the guy with warts on his dick for months isn't the best feeling.
They have to really go for it with the freezing, though. Some weeks whoever I saw would do about one full application then leave it. It wasn't until a doctor did a full three that I noticed a big change. That change being a lot of pain, the surface of the warts turning a mossy green, said surface peeling off, and strong smelling pus. But the reward for that misery is that large parts of it flatten and shrink. It should have cleared after 3-4 more treatments if this keeps up.
I have missed a week though, having being a) unable to book an appointment when I left because the reception had closed, b) not managing to call for an appointment due to not sleeping well and getting up too late to call, and c) the fact that the clinic had stopped doing walk-in appointments. Didn't find that out until I travelled all the way there only to be turned away. So I've gone two weeks without treatment, which I am disappointed about because I want this fucking thing gone.
Contrary to my original attitude at my initial diagnosis, I have started to do some blaming. I've thought about the men I've been with, and who might have been the one to give me this. My two main candidates are the pushy lad I fooled around with in a park, and the guy who smelt of cigarettes when I had the threesome in a hotel. They just both seem like the shadiest men I've been in contact with. But I've not confronted them (can't since I don't have contact details), and I can't really be sure.
A healthy dose of that blame has been directed at myself. I got this for sleeping around with strangers, should have been more careful, more selective, more sensible. Logically I know that—barring chastity—there would still be a chance it would happen even if I had been 'careful'. Looking 'clean' doesn't necessarily mean much all the time. It's not like you have to do anything risky to end up with this. Slut-shaming myself isn't going to help me in any way.
The other part of the blame has been going towards Aldara, the cream I was using. When I first used it and used way too much, I had to stop any treatment for a while. It was during that time that the warts spread. Even when I was using the proper amounts, it still caused irritation which meant I had to stop using it. Which just lead to losing whatever progress I had made. I think my skin is just too sensitive for it. Can't handle it. But fuck, do I regret the months I spent using (and then not) that stuff. If I had kept with the freezing, I might have been better months ago.
I have found the past year pretty rough. There's the pain and irritation for starters. The fact that I haven't confided in anyone I know about it. The length of time it's been dragging on. I stopped going out on the off chance that someone would hit on me and expect something to happen. I started overeating at times because I couldn't see the point in trying not to. Things like dating have been put on an indefinite hold, because I don't want to be stringing a guy along until this has cleared up. (That is making the assumption that I would get more than one date, which history would throw into question.) in general not feeling that comfortable with myself.
On the flip side, there are a few positives. After a long time of not feeling horny at all, I have a libido again. Actually started wanking again this week, but perhaps overdoing it. Wanking with a foreskin, and warts on the inside of it, is basically the same as scratching the warts (and the way they're positioned rubbing them against each other). Which is only going to make them worse. And worser still given that I have been wanking multiple times on the days I do. I should probably cut it out, and probably will. Or hopefully will, because I'll be having more freezing and more pain and pus and greenness (which is good because I take that as a sign that the warts are dying).
I've also started feeling better about myself, physically and sexually. I had a wank into the bathroom skin, where I could see myself in the mirror. And I didn't feel too bad about this. Normally I avoid mirrors when I'm doing sex things, but I don't know, I kind of enjoyed it? It didn't feel bad seeing myself like that. There's stuff I'd like to try and change (which overeating didn't help), but rather than thinking I have to put sex off until I do, I've gotten more to a point when I think it's fine even if I'm not exactly where I want to be.
Part of this, if I had to get armchair psychologist on the matter, might be down to the porn I've been watching. A lot of it (most of it) has been by a British company called Triga. They focus on working class men, using rough and a lot of times with some kind of delinquency theme (they're hooligans or louts or petty criminals) or sports. A lot of that doesn't appeal to me, I've not got any particular fetish for chavs or scallies or the like. Rugby themed stuff does but more for the body type you get with rugby players. But body type is what I think I've found appealing. They tend to feature 'regular blokes' who aren't necessarily in perfect shape.
While perfect shape is nice once in a while, it also kind of feels a bit alienating. Seeing nothing but guys with hard muscles and low body fat and looking like they should be modelling somewhere. But a lot of the guys in Triga films look a lot more like people you might just on the street. They don't necessarily have movie star looks. Some of them are carrying a bit of extra weight. And I just found it more relatable than a lot of other porn, which is different than just finding something hot. Seeing guys who look more like me enjoying sex, I think, helped a bit in making me feel more comfortable in myself sexually. Not necessarily going to go out and have gangbangs with a bunch of chavs who piss and spit on me (although I did like the look of being in the middle of one minus those elements), but it's a feeling I hope I can hold on to.
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Looking at all I've written, I guess 'what I could say' was a lot more than I thought.
Now I'm off to jack off again (third time today) because I've made myself horny again.
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