I found this sexy sign on STDs and how they totally suck. It is located right next to that Studs Theater (aka Tom Kat Theatre), which is a gay sex porn theater where creepy crawlers go to um…suck on stuff and junk. It is also directly across the street from that sex shop The Pleasure Chest (I was innocently jogging by, I SWEAR it). Interesting placement. Talk about a total boner melter.
I just don’t know about these AHF billboards. They always have me doing a double take and it’s always for the wrong reasons. I’m always like “what in the fuck?” They don’t seem to be very effective, inspired and the message gets lost in a shit load of cheesy, random innuendo. I find them completely out of touch in terms of reaching out and smacking someone upside head about STD/HIV/AIDS prevention/detection/treatment.
Maybe I’m being unfair when you consider the touchy subject that is STD/HIV/AIDS. Maybe people have to tiptoe around too many super hypersensitive toes. These ads can’t be too serious, but they can’t be too cheeky. People get mad. People write letters. And what people say, goes.
And so goes…
But seriously, a vampire sucking on someone’s neck for emphasis on how STDs suck? Seriously? There’s another one floating around about how AIDS Stigmas Sucks in a cozy cross-stitch pattern that makes no kind of fuckin’ sense. It’s quite the collection. Below are some of my faves…or not so fave…that I have captured over the past many months with my phone.
Then again how effective are these billboard ads in this day and age, knowing what we know after endless research? Will guys think twice after seeing a sexy vampire sucking on a neck during that weak moment of some serious sucking action?
I doubt it, but the truth is, I just don’t know.
I say use a gross looking mosquito instead of a sexy vampire. I say give us an image of a sharp syringe and talk about stigmas (no-wait, that might trigger junkies that love a sharp needle). I say plaster a rotting banana and scrawl STD on it—that’ll give ’em something to choke on.
I say back to the ole drawing board.
Where is Phil the Syphilis Sore when you REALLY need him?