More Than an AIDS Virus

HIV doesn't make me unattractive, undesirable or a bad catch. HIV is simply one of the many things that makes me who I am.

The sum total of me is a great man who'd make a great buddy for another great man. My buddy's not gonna love me or not love me because of HIV. When he looks at me, he's gonna see more than a virus. He's gonna see a reflection of his own soul, beaming back with smiling and loving eyes.

I am so much more than an AIDS virus, and someday, another great man will feel the same exact way.

How I Met My HIV

Twenty-five years ago, the HIV/AIDS virus entered my body. The year was 1985. Not much was known about the virus, and there was little in the way of information about safe sex.

To acquire AIDS was to be given a death sentence. Life expectancy was 12-18 months. Countless were fading away in hospital beds and fear reigned.

Enter one 23-year-old college graduate who had just spent the last five years getting his nut in Los Angeles.

Take the journey yourself and see How I Became HIV-Positive, now on my author blog.

Poz? Be 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" attitudes.

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.

Future Funk

Someday, when I'm a ripe old man in my eighties or nineties, I want to be able to look back at my blogs and take a visual tour of how I once looked.

Better than a photo album, more convenient than a scrapbook, my funky blog is a peak into my funky world, as is, today.

Note to my much older future self: you were once one funky dude!

Click here for the funkiest pics of 2009.

Then he smiled at me ...

"He had always imagined falling in love with a smile, followed by a romantic first date ending with a handshake, followed by dinner-and-movie dates ending with hugs, followed by a starry magical night and a spontaneous ... kiss.

"From there, he and his buddy would agree to wait a whole year to have sex, which would finally happen on their unofficial wedding night. Of course, once they’d progressed to the kissing stage, there’d be a lot of dry humping and wet stains on the fronts of their jeans.

"And once they were bonded in 'marriage,' there’d be no territory out of bounds, and nothing the buddies wouldn’t do for one another."

—from my fourth novel, Walt Loves the Bearcat

The Funky, Sexy Bachelor

When are they gonna have a TV show where the Bachelor is someone like me?

It's as if the world can't imagine a black, gay, HIV-positive man being beautiful and worthy of love.

Fortunately, they don't have to. I'm going to imagine it for them.

Click here for more funky pics.

Play Hard

I finally discovered the best way to work out: go outside and play!

Some people call it exercise, but I'm just doing what my body has wanted to do since childhood: stretch, bend, move ... play!

The result: I'm in the best shape of my life, and I have a Body By Fun.

What Be This Thing Called Natch?

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

Can you smell it? Can you cook it? Can you alter it? Is it for men? Women? Both?

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.

Be 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" attitudes. Why, it's almost enough to make a poz dude feel less special and worthy. 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.

Funky Black Ripe Armpits

I like taking a whiff of my ripe, funky pits. A good strong scent lets me know I'm getting the job done. What job? Why, being a man, of course.

Loving me is a man's job, because I'm a man, who needs a buddy who's ripe for funky pits.

Big Black Intellectual

When not blogging about my "sexy" side, I like to blog about other things, like my four novels, my dog Boomer, President Obama, my past life as a college cheerleader and my new sport, Trikking, among other things.

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

How I Became Me

The AIDS virus first entered my body when I was age 23. Go back in time and find out How I Became HIV-Positive.

Yep, I was active in college athletics. See how one fateful day in childhood became the key to How I Became a Male Cheerleader.

Am I really gay? Or just pussy-challenged? Here now, my theory as to How I Became Homosexual.

I got communication skillz like President Obama. When I speak, white people ooh and ahh over articulate I am. Seems like what they really want to know is, How I Became Educated.

I love expressing my shit on a digital blog. I love writing, period. And storytelling. And entertaining. And the spotlight. hehe. It's my childhood, I tell ya. Surviving my childhood and my youth is How I Became a Writer.

Living with HIV in a Disease-Free World

I'm a man ... who happens to be HIV-positive, among many other things, all them contributing to my being the fascinating, complex man that I am.

That's how I see myself, despite the fact that I'm living a world that has created the term: disease free. Which makes me what in their eyes: disease-ridden?

I don't let HIV define me, or get in the way of me loving myself. Why should you?

Witness more of my journey in the funky posts labeled, Semper Poz.

Of Homos and Heroes

Do homos dream of heroes? How about being heroes themselves?

There sure are a lot of stories about male heroes for women, but what about a hero for me? What about me being a hero for the man of my dreams?

The world needs great legends of great love between two men. Romeo and Romeo. Adam and Steve. Walt and the Bearcat, my very own super heroes in my very own epic novel (a Lambda Literary Award Finalist for Best Romance!).

In real life, I'm still waiting on my hero, so we can be a great dynamic duo together, our love conquering all. Two men. Two heroes. Now that's a dream worth dreaming.

Muscled Black Buddy, Anyone?

I'm hoping to meet the love of my life, but will he have to possess a certain HIV status? Find out in To Be or Not To Be HIV-Positive.

Because I'm six-foot-four, a lot of guys cast me in their Big Black Top Dreams. But is that me? See what I have to say To White Guys Seeking Black Mandingos.

I'm a great catch, regardless of my HIV status, despite many gay men's "disease-free-only" attitudes. What they fail to realized is, Black Man with HIV Worth a Look.