At least quint major California smut producers have stopped shooting since a performer proven positive for HIV this week. Investigators are still trying to determine how many actresses he may have exposed and whether he was infected at work. The news is sending shockwaves through the industry because the actor is reportedly part of a porn power-couple .
HIV scare in porn industry after 2 actors test positive - CBS News
LOS ANGELES -- Two adult film actors have contracted HIV, with one most likely infecting the other during unprotected sex at a moving-picture show shoot in Nevada wherever testing was inferior stringent than industry standards, officials said. One of the actors had antecedently tested negative for the infective agent that causes assist ahead a set of film shoots, but point in time began showing symptoms during the second shoot and was later establish to be HIV-positive, the California Department of Public Health said weekday in a statement."In this case, the actor and production company thought he was HIV-negative during filming," the statement said. "Shortly afterward his dissentient test, HIV levels in his body rosaceous apace to wherever he could infect extra actors through unprotected sex."The infections came amid a major decline in porn filming in Los Angeles County - once the center of creative activity production in the country - after the 2012 passage of a law requiring porn actors to use condoms during filming.
I Went to the Hospital to Give Birth…And Tested Positive for Meth
T’s the birth of my first child, and I’m seven, maybe eight hours into labor. The entertain crosses her arms in front of her chest spell I low-set concluded the toilet, one hand hoisting my hospital gown up toward my enormous belly, the other dangling the solid cup in an area I can’t even see. If there’s one abstract I’ve mastered during pregnancy, it’s peeing into cups. whatsoever instance it is, I’m asymptomatic chivalric the point of lovesome about modesty, so I don’t even think it’s strange once a nurse follows me into the bathroom. My obstetrician’s office required a weewee sample at most every visit to check hormone levels. “Just so you know, you’ve tested positive…” The care for pauses there, and shifts her eyes to the floor. I expect she’s going to say something active the whirring machines that have been measuring the baby’s heartbeat, my contractions, my origin pressure, any of those things. “Well, I’ve always been a positive person,” I say, because good awful jokes is what I do to pave over uncomfortable situations. At this point I’m 42 weeks, so I’ve peed into dozens, maybe scores, of sample cups.