Homosexual Writer Complains ‘American Healthcare Is A Failure Because I Got Really Sick From Parasites And Had To Take Antibiotics After I Ate Feces From Another Man’s Rectum And Then After I Got Better I Did It Again And Got The Same Disease’

People have accused Shoebat.com of being “too graphic” when describing the LGBT and the practices they engage in. But the fact is that if one supports the LGBT, then one by default supports the practices because it is by these practices that the LGBT defines themselves and are all acknowledged and accepted in LGBT circles.

What we have been telling you about was just discussed by a young homosexual man in a recent article where he complained that it was the “failure of the healthcare system” in America for the reason why he contracted parasites, was hospitalized, and had to go on antibiotics after he admitted to eating feces from another man’s rectum, and after he gets better he goes back and eats feces AGAIN and gets the same disease:

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.”

I walked out of there proud of myself for speaking up, but pessimistic anything would come of it. At least I was healthy.

Fast forward to November 2017 and it started all over again. I started shitting my brains out.

No, no, no, this can’t be another parasite, can it? Maybe it’s just food poisoning. Maybe I just drank too much this week. Please don’t be another parasite. I can’t go through the testing and treatment again.

I ran to my doctor and asked for a stool test. Poop, shovel, drop it off. A week later, the PA called and gave me the bad news: It was giardia.

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. (source)

Years ago, Pastor Martin Ssempa from Uganda was featured in a documentary about opposition to homosexuality. In the documentary, he said that ‘homosexuals eat poo-poo’ that has become something of Internet fame. Here is the original clip:

Pastor Ssempa was not exaggerating. The practices that are regarded as normal among the LGBT that we have discussed at Shoebat.com in detail include eating feces, drinking urine and vomit, bestiality, inserting their fists into each others rectums, intentionally infecting people with HIV/AIDS and other incurable STDs, and engaging in ritual human sacrifice and cannibalism as a means of sexual gratification. It is no surprise that homosexuals are disproportionately violent and engage in certain serious crimes such as serial murder and the prostitutionrape, murder, and even cannibalization of children at a much higher rate than the rest of the population.

Homosexuals also contribute to the spread of drug-resistant bacteria and disease because they see medicine as a way to facilitate their participation in acts that made them sick in the first place. Just look at the story above. A man gets sick with a disease caused by ingesting fecal matter, only to return to ingesting more fecal matter upon being healed and getting sick again.

This is the big scandal of the entire HIV/AIDS medicine industry and the funding by the government that homosexuals repeatedly demand for said medication along with medication for other STDs. The LGBT wants the government to force the taxpayer to pay the cost of their medications that are directly caused by their conscious choices made in the auspices of sexual gratification. To that extent, the fact that homosexuals engage in such disease-spreading activities so frequently is a threat to public health, both because the constant need for drugs contributes to the rise of drug resistance illnesses as well as the fact that so many of these people carry these illnesses in their bodies because of their behavior as though they were a walking biological weapon.

All that this man described in his story and what we have been telling at Shoebat.com about the LGBT is not an exaggeration.

It happens in your community.

Tell me, if you knew that your neighbor enjoyed drinking cups filled with AIDS-infected semen from multiple men, or that he enjoyed sticking his fist into men’s rectums for fun, or that he would eat feces for fun, would that change your opinion of him?

Would you still accept a drink from him if he offered you one?

Would you shake his hand, knowing where it likely was?

Would you support somebody doing this? Yet all who support homosexuality, whether they know it or not, are supporting these practices because they are defining practices of the LGBT.

Likewise, have you ever wondered why adult diapers are so popular now. It’s not just because of the Baby Boomers, but due to the rise of homosexual activity, there are many men with loose anuses who cannot hold their bowels anymore.

There is a reason why the Bible clearly states in the Old and New Testament that homosexuality is a sin “worthy of death”.

There is a reason homosexuality is only one of four sins that explicitly “cry out for vengeance” in the Old Testament.

There is a reason why the great Catholic saints have written about homosexuality as one of the worst sins a man can commit and have combated it so aggressively, such as St. Peter Damian and his Book of Gomorrah.

There is a reason God destroyed Sodom as a sign for all times.

The spread of homosexual behavior around the world is a grave evil and an unprecidented level than ever before. If God is mercy and justice, we must seek His mercy now because if men do not turn from their sins, then just as Sodom of the ancient world was destroyed as a warning for all generations, then would the world not suffer the same fate?

God did destroy the entire world once- by water in the days of Noah. He promised he would never destroy it again by water.

He never said anything about fire.