The Blood Essay

Lying as survival for gay blood donations

Harrison Cook
Nov 26, 2019 · 8 min read
Illustration by Kyle Griggs

BBefore my blood jetted into the clear tubing, exiting at body temperature, fogging up the inside of the plastic; before the phlebotomist whipped out his iodine to sterilize my arm, before he fished for a vein, before I lied during the screening, before I knew blood as warning, weak points, and damage, before the Orlando shooting, before sleeping with him, telling Mom…