Looking back, I believe that my overwhelming biological (ordinary hormonal multiplied by bipolar hypersexual) sexual impulses and my need to bang my way through my teenage insecurities caused me to handle sex too casually in my 20's and 30's, which I regret. Today, even as lethal HIV has at least somewhat succumbed to treatment, the STD environment is especially sketchy: Zika is ST, certain strains of HPV can lead to cervical cancer and there have been very recent reports about the proliferation of antibiotic-resistant gonorrhea. Trusting a mere condom to act as a barrier to all that danger would give me pause. Just as I am amazed that after thousands of hours working with heavy woodshop tools I still have ten fingers and two eyes, I remain amazed that I never contracted herpes.