December 30, 2010

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.

December 29, 2010

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.

December 28, 2010

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.

December 27, 2010

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.

December 26, 2010

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.

December 25, 2010

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.

December 24, 2010

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.

December 23, 2010

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?

December 22, 2010

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?

December 21, 2010

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.

December 20, 2010

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.

December 19, 2010

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.

December 18, 2010

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.

December 17, 2010

Kiss Here

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

December 16, 2010

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?

December 15, 2010

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.

December 14, 2010

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.

December 12, 2010

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.

December 11, 2010

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.

December 10, 2010

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.

December 8, 2010

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.

December 7, 2010

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.

December 6, 2010

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.

December 5, 2010

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.

December 4, 2010

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.

December 3, 2010

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.

December 2, 2010

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.