Sexy Poz?

Behold the new fragrance for men living with HIV/AIDS.

Let's face it: neg dudes can act like insensitive jerks with their "clean and disease-free-UB2" attitudes.

Why, it's almost enough to make a poz dude feel unworthy and less special. Almost.

Don't inhale the negative thinking of neg dudes. Take a big honking whiff of yourself and realize: sexy is all in your head, not theirs.

Be U. Be sexy poz.

I, Thinker

My father made sure I was a thinker. In my formative years, he himself was a thinker who constantly shared his thoughts and the thoughts of the world's greatest thinkers.

All in the mind, my father would say about anything from a hunger for a chocolate candy bar to people's reaction to being tickled.

"We're conditioned as babies to react the way we react," he explained with a serious face, nonplussed by my tickle test. All in the mind.

I'm glad my father made sure I was a thinker. It's the second greatest gift he's ever given me.

See life from the point of view of my big black brain, now and forever in the blocks labeled Sapien Homo on my author blog.

Hope in Repetition

Not every gay man is AIDS-phobic or racist.

Not every gay man is AIDS-phobic or racist.

Not every gay man is AIDS-phobic or racist.

Not every gay man is AIDS-phobic or racist.

The Perfect Hangout

I dream of a place where my buddy and I and our good friends can hang out.

A place with an outdoor area for shooting hoops, tossing the football, wrestling in the mud, grillin' on the deck, drinking beer and shooting the shit about life.

A place with an indoor bar area for watching sports, playing video games, Foosball, pool, poker, beer pong!

A place where a man and his scents are welcomed. And of course, a place where everyone's welcomed to hang out in their funky jock.

The Possible Dream

They said it couldn't be done.

They said life expectancy was 12-18 months.

They called it the deadly disease.

For 25 years and counting, I've been defying the odds and living with HIV/AIDS.

It just goes to show, every impossible dream can become a possible dream.

Stranger than Fiction

This is to remind myself: even though I've been single for life so far, anything is possible. Anything is possible, like me living with HIV/AIDS for 25 years and counting, and me having a long, lasting, healthy relationship.

My Kind of Man

In my dreams, my buddy and I are both men of integrity.

My buddy and I value honesty as much as we value oxygen.

My buddy and I don't think of ourselves as labels, like gay, straight or bi.

My buddy and I don't box ourselves into categories, like top and bottom.

What else do I dream of us being? Find out in My Buddy and Me: the Kind of Men We Are.

Positively Worthy

I refuse to accept the world's dreary perception of HIV/AIDS. In fact, I'm out to change the world's dreams about people living with the virus.

We're not all sick and dying. It's not all doom and gloom. People with HIV are huggable, lovable, sexable and worthy of dreams come true. Good dreams. Not nightmares.

I'm on a mission to put new and better dreams about HIV/AIDS on the planet. Any buddy wanna join me?

Positively Affirmative

Creating positive affirmations is something I've done seemingly all my life. After all, when's the last time you saw a positive image of a black man living with HIV/AIDS in the media?

Buddy Dreaming

If I had a buddy, I'd pinch myself to make sure it's finally happening, after all these long, lonely years.

If I had a buddy, I'd read to him in bed on Sunday mornings, the newspaper or perhaps a story I wrote.

If I had a buddy, I'd have someone to hold me tight, whisper in my ear, look deep into my eyes.

If I had a buddy, I'd jump in the air, run around in circles and bark loudly out of sheer happiness, just like my dog.

If I had a buddy, I'd be living a dream come true.

The Considerate Racist

Once I read an online personal ad that said: white and Latin guys only. Sorry, don't want to waste anybody's time.

What this kind and considerate racist is saying:

"I've prejudged all non-whites and Latins, sight unseen, to be unattractive and unworthy of my sexual and romantic energy, and I'm going to be generous about it by telling the world up front, so I don't waste any of you's non-white and Latino guys' time."

He may be a racist, but he's a magnanimous one!

WHITES AND LATINS ONLY, a photo essay using gay men's online language in images reminiscent of the segregated Old South, now on my author blog.

The Pit Posts

Oh, to take a whiff of a man's ripe funky pits.

Oh, to wax poetic about that whiff.

Here now, the funky posts about funky pits:

Best Part About Being a Man
Buddy, Lemme Smell Your Pits!
Scent of a Man
Ripe for Funky Pits
Power of the Pits
Smell Him

Ripe, manly pits--they put the funk in funky black poz jock.

Speaking Natchurally

Some say "natch" stands for natural.

Some say it stands for something entirely different. How different? As different as each human's DNA.

Can you smell it? Can you cook it? Can you alter it?

Can you buy Natch? Can you sell it? Can you wear it? Wrestle with it?

What be this thing called Natch? Take the journey and see if you can find the answers. Natch.

Kiss Here

Walk in my shoes and you'll find a man learning to love me.

Ménage à Me

Why I got to be a gay dude who only likes dick?

What if I want to eat pussy or have a three-way with a man and a woman?

What if I want to have sex with chicks, then run home and tell my man about it?

What if I want to have sex with men and women, but only fall in love with a man or a woman?

Why I got to be a gay dude who only likes dick?

Man, I Lick You!

If I couldn't eat a man's ass, I wouldn't be “gay.”

Because I love to eat a man's ass, the rest follows.

Any potential mate of mine is going to love having his butt kissed, licked, caressed and massaged by my loving tongue

I can live without many things in life, but oxygen and rimming are not among them.

My Dream Buddy

He exists. He's dreaming about me right now.

He exists, and regardless of his status, he's not gonna run away from me because I'm living with HIV/AIDS.

He's gonna admire my courage and strength.

He's going to love me like no other man has ever loved me.

He exists, and tonight I'm going to fall asleep dreaming of him.

A Better AIDS Dream

In the 1980s, AIDS was my generation's worst nightmare.

In 1985, AIDS was my worst nightmare.

But a funny thing happened on the way to a life expectancy of 12-18 months.

I stayed in the game. The game changed. A better dream was born.

A quarter of a century later, I'm still living with HIV/AIDS, but some better dreams have come true, namely, living well with HIV/AIDS for 25 years and counting.

U B Sexy Poz

Behold the new fragrance for men who happen to be living with HIV/AIDS.

Let's face it: men who happen to be HIV-negative can act like highly insensitive jerks with their highly ignorant "clean and disease-free-UB2" attitudes.

Why, it's almost enough to make a poz dude feel unworthy and less special. Almost.

Don't inhale the negative thinking of neg dudes. Take a big honking whiff of yourself and realize: sexy is all in your head, not theirs.

Be U.

Be sexy poz.

Doing Me

When not blogging about my "sexy" side, I like to write about other things, like my four novels, my dog Boomer and President Obama.

And my past life as a college cheerleader and my new sport, Trikking, among other things.

Like homos in sports. Or politics. Or culture. Or a whole lot of stuff that simply I don't file under "sexy me."

See for yourself, now and forever on my author blog, Randy Boyd's Blocks.

Picturing a Funky Black Poz Jock

Not here to read? Click here for more funky pics.

Fags and Prejudice

How many more honky faggots I got to hear tell me: I'm only into white guys, nothing personal, just a preference?

Shit, it's like I'm living in 1930s Georgia or something. And why does this shit go completely unchecked and unchallenged by Gay America?

To all the fags in this country: your racist sexual "preferences" are very offensive and thoughtless. It's high time you thought about making peace with niggers.

That's So Me

This is me, imagining myself clicking with another man on many levels. Sexually. Intellectually. Physically. Mentally. Man to man. Beast to beast. Boy to boy.

This is me, imagining we develop a best friendship that happens naturally.

This is me, imagining my buddy and me going outside to play basketball.

This is me, creating a link to my funky post titled Imagining a Buddy Who Feels Like Me.

Lucky to Be Living with AIDS

"You'll be one of the lucky ones," said so many encouraging voices all those years ago.

As if I was going to somehow defy both science and science fiction and live far into the future, well beyond the AIDS crisis of the 1980s and 90s.

Turns out, those voices were right. I was one of the lucky ones. Anything truly is possible.

For 25 years and counting, I've been lucky to be living with AIDS.

Loving My HIV-Positive Body

I deserve to be loved by a man who's educated enough about safe sex to know that I don't have to be a threat to his health.

At the very least, I deserve a man who's open-minded enough to educate himself about safe sex, not someone who runs away simply because a great guy like me happens to be living with HIV.

I love my HIV-positive body. You can, too, regardless of your HIV status, and never acquire my virus.

H is for Happy

HIV and happiness? Yep, they can go together.

In fact, a positive outlook is an essential survival tool while living with the virus.

But other than ads by drug companies, where in the world can one find images of HIV-positive people being happy? Almost nowhere.

That's one of the reasons I blog, so the world can visualize more than gloom and doom when it comes to HIV/AIDS.

It is helping? I can't speak for rest of the planet, but it sure helps me feel happy.

Soul of a Man

The only reason I’m gay is because there are certain things about a man that I don’t wanna live without.

Daily, preferably.

The first of those is another man’s soul. After that, everything else is details.

—from The Only Reason I'm 'Gay', now on my author blog.

Facing AIDS

People living with AIDS are lovable.

People living with AIDS are huggable.

People living with AIDS are worthy of dreams come true.

Good dreams. Not nightmares.

Thank you.

Hurts So Bad

Dear Gay Men of America: Don't reduce me to a race.

Most anywhere I turn in the gay world, I see signs that tell me: Least Wanted: Black Gay Men.

I see them online in the countless personal ads that say, WHITES AND LATINS ONLY. I hear it in the voices of men who tell me, sorry, I don't do blacks.

Is it racism or just a preference? Whatever you call it, it brings me down and hurts my feelings.

Beauty AIDS

Reminder to the world:

People with AIDS can be beautiful, too.

People with AIDS can live beautiful lives.

People with AIDS can be beautiful on the inside and out.

People with AIDS can be beautiful in your eyes.

People with AIDS can be beautiful in your heart.

People with AIDS can be beautiful, too.

Neg (and Ignorant) as of a Certain Date

Saying you're "neg as of a certain date" means nothing.

Nearly everyone who has ever tested HIV-positive did so because they thought they were having sex with someone who was "neg as of a certain date."

So what's your word worth? Nothing. So why use the words?

A truly educated man doesn't have to tell people he's "neg as of a certain date."

A truly educated man knows the only true way to be safe is to have safe sex with everyone, regardless of what they think or claim about their HIV status.

A truly educated man does not rely on others to safeguard his health and safety.

Would you believe a stranger who says, "I'm not on any drugs, now let me drive you down the highway?"

Would you tell a stranger, ""I'm not on any drugs, now let me drive you down the highway?"

Why should that stranger believe you?

Why would you believe that stranger?

What is your word worth? Nothing.

What are your actions worth? Everything.

Why Blog?

Why do I blog on this funky little blog?

To be America's Next Top HIV-Positive Model.

To be a man who's changing the face of AIDS.

To teach the young and the poz that they can be sexy, confident, comfortable, poz.

To vent my anger about the gay world, where there's so many men, so little sensitivity.

That's why I blog on this funky little blog.

The Kind of Man I Need

I need a man who doesn't need me to be a Big Black Mandingo.

I need a man who needs me to be exactly what I am.

Intelligent. Witty. Brainy. Geeky. Dorky. Sexy. Sexual.

A big boy in a big man's body. A big boy who wants to follow his buddy.

My buddy leads, I follow.

He's the alpha. I'm the cheerleader.

I need a man who doesn't need me to be a Big Black Mandingo.

I need a man who needs me to be exactly what I am.

Goofy. Funny. Smart. Highly knowledge in many Jeopardy categories!

A man who's masculine, feminine, all the above, whatever my buddy needs.

My buddy's needs are my deeds.

I need a man who needs me to be exactly what I am.

Target Marketing

Picture it: Somewhere on planet earth, a man sits in front of his computer, and just for shit and giggle, types words into a search engine that describe the kind of buddy he's looking for:

athletic, black, poz, study, muscular, mature, intelligent, brainy, smart, sexy, jock

Up pops me and my funky little blog.

And up rises our man's interest in what his search engine has come up with: athletic, black, poz, studly, smart, sexy me.

Now that's what I call target marketing!

This is me at my keyboard, typing into my funky blog things phrases like:

Black Muscle Seeks Blond Muscle.

Black poz muscle seeks muscle buddy.

Poz muscle seeks poz muscle in Los Angeles area.

Black muscle boy seeks Alpha muscle for LTR.

Black muscle man seeks while muscle man.

Black muscle man seeks muscle buddy, any race, as long as you're single, available and ready to love the buddy of your dreams!

Target marketing = whatever it takes to put my buddy in my arms and me in my buddy's arms.

Fuck the Spark-plug People

Fun loving, red blooded, all-American male.

That's how a spark-plug commercial described the middle-aged white guy with model looks and a touch of gray who was about to change his spark-plugs.

Fun-loving: that could be most anyone. True?

Red-blooded: technically, that's all of us, but the spark-plug people mean: horny male.

All-American: the spark-plug people mean white. American people hear white. Why does all-American mean white? Are the rest of us half-American?

Fun-loving, red blooded, half-American male.

Fuck the spark-plug people.

Detain Me, Please

I love the show Cops. Makes me wish a cop loved me.

Certifiably Worthy

To all the gay guys on the net who say the following, Neg as of (a certain date):

On most online dating sites, there's a check box to acknowledge your status.

Adding "neg as of a certain date" is like saying your allegedly testing negative on a certain date makes you certifiably worthy, healthy, better, anything that makes a person who tested otherwise on an earlier date less worthy, less healthy, less ....

No matter your intention, your words hurt my feelings.

My Favorite Things

Some of my favorite things to do:

Trikke, the joyride of the 21st century.

Chase my dog, a golden mutt named Boomer.

Eating buns.

Shooting hoops.

Playing outdoors at the beach.

Watching the TV show Cops.

Dreaming of meeting that one special buddy.

Blowing Smoke

What makes an innocent little baby turn into a sweet playful kid ... who turns into a shy and quiet preteen ... who turns into a wayward youth ... who turns into one of the criminals on the long running TV show Cops?

Cigarettes, the real gateway drug to a life of crime and unproductive behavior: lying, cheating, stealing, the kind of shit lands you in handcuffs.

Take a whiff, if you dare, of Cigarettes: the Real Gateway Drug, now on my author blog.

Older, Wiser, Stronger

The more I age, the more I learn some of the most important shit in life, such as how to react to people who call me names or hate on me.

It's like a told a dude the other day (he was upset someone called him fat):

You gotta learn to let that shit roll off you, not to give it too much power.

Think of people who don't love you for you as opponents in a video game, roadblocks. Jump over them and keep going. They are not the game. YOUR LIFE is the game. Any time spent hating on your opponents is time that could be spent winning the game.

The Funkiest of Funky Pics

It's almost time. Are you ready for the funkiest pics of the year?

They're a-coming.

Until then, check out the funkiest pics from 2008.

Want more? Check out the best of 2009.

Those were two funky years!

Is My Buddy Out There?

I've been telling myself "there's somebody out there for me" for what seems like a lifetime.

A lifetime of turning the corner, opening a door, entering a room, wondering: is this where we meet?

To date, I ain't met him, but I have hope. Life has a way of shocking the shit out of me, for better or worse.

I just hope the next time life shocks me, it's the biggest and best jolt of my life.

Buddy, are you out there?

My So-Called Poz Life

See life from my point of view in the funky posts labeled Semper Poz.

I am not a Dick!

How much time in my life will I have to spend answering questions about my dick size?

Specifically: How big is your big black dick?

Young guys, old guys, white guys, Latino guys, black guys, most guys want to know if I'll be the big black dick they've been dreaming of since they first heard Negroes have penises.

If only I could take all that time, bottle it up and spend it loving and being loved by one man who couldn't care less about my dick size.

Buddy are you out there?

Weapons of Mass Delusion

HIV-negative as of November 6, 2010. Super clean. UB2.

Men love to promote their HIV-negative status on online dating sites, as if it's a badge of honor.

To me, it's a badge of ignorance. Anyone can promote themselves as "disease-free" as of a certain date.

It's like saying, I've got a gun and it's not loaded. Believe me? Can I put it to your head and pull the trigger?

Smart men don't based their decisions on other people's claims about their potentially loaded weapons. Smart men know to avoid the Delirious Dance of the Disease-Free.

Best Part About Being a Man

The best part about being a man: being a man in a man's world.

The second best part: being able to take a whiff of your ripe, manly pits.

The third best part: being able to smell a buddy's ripe, manly pits.

Any buddy wanna whiff?

Another Halloween, Another Horror Show

It wouldn't be Halloween on my author blog without the infamous actor who starred in most of the classic AIDS Monster Movies of yesteryear.

Take a journey with Count Randolpho. Find out how America allowed another wave of AIDS Epidemic II on the youth of today. That's right, the bitch is back.

Go there, if you dare, with the AIDS Monster Movie Marathon, a story told backwards in a car driving forward, a Halloween tradition on my author blog.