Governor Spitzer, You Have Blood On Your Hands

Did TBS stop showing reruns of Larry Clark’s 1995 masterpiece, “Kids” or something? Ew, ew, ew, ew:

It was after 4 a.m. on a Sunday morning last month when Sophie and Jeff drunkenly stumbled upstairs to his East Village walk-up. They had met a week earlier at an art gallery opening, and now, after a few drinks at Gallery Bar, followed by a nightcap and a joint at Jeff’s apartment, they were having sex when the condom broke.

“We pinky-sweared we were both clean, and continued having sex,” recalls Sophie, 24, a painter who lives on Avenue A and who is not on birth-­control pills. “In the morning, we got Plan B [an over-the-counter emergency contraception pill] and split the cost. It was kind of romantic. I’m sure he was sleeping with other people, but the condom had been his idea, so I wasn’t worried about STDs because I figured he was a regular condom user.”

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Among the single New Yorkers in their twenties and early thirties interviewed for this story (all of whom have slept with at least three people in the past three months), it’s usually when they sleep with people they know that they forego protection, or rely on Plan B as their Plan A. Nadia, 25, a writer who lives in Carroll Gardens, says she’s taken the morning-after pill “probably 15 times in the past three years. I got pregnant for the first time recently having sex with an ex and we didn’t use a condom. But the abortion didn’t make me scared of sex, and my behavior hasn’t changed because of it,” she admits.

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For some, it is simply about getting off. “I’ve had sex with two people since breaking up with my girlfriend four months ago, and I haven’t used a condom,” says Rob, 27, who works in finance and lives in Brooklyn Heights. “It’s not the smartest thing, but I’ve never gotten off with a condom on.”