I'm better off, now that I understand How I Fell in Love with White Men.
September 29, 2011
September 28, 2011
The Blown Job
I had just sat down in front of the tube, plate of juicy burgers in one hand, remote in the other ... when there was a knock on the door.
The solicitor was too gorgeous to simply dismiss. I think it was the eyes, hopeful and radiant. He was a young white man in his early twenties with a body by sports. He lit up when he saw me. I lit up when I saw him light up at the sight of me. ... Click here to read more of the Blown Job.
The solicitor was too gorgeous to simply dismiss. I think it was the eyes, hopeful and radiant. He was a young white man in his early twenties with a body by sports. He lit up when he saw me. I lit up when I saw him light up at the sight of me. ... Click here to read more of the Blown Job.
September 21, 2011
September 20, 2011
If Only in My Mind
Yep, I like to think of myself as America's Next Top HIV-Positive Model. True dat!
September 19, 2011
September 18, 2011
September 17, 2011
Fall in Love with a Funky Black Poz Jock?
I used to believe:
white was better than black, straight was better than gay, negative was
better than positive, and everybody else in the world was better than
me because I was a black gay man living with HIV/AIDS.
Then, a funny thing happened on the way to my sad, lonely, worth-less life. I woke up from a very bad dream, a dream that said I had to accept anyone else's point of view about black gay men living with HIV/AIDS.
I begat a new dream, a dream where I learned to love myself for all that I am, for where I've been, what I've overcome, what I've made of myself and my life.
In this new dream, I fell in love. With myself. That's right, I fell in love with a funky, black, poz jock. I also realized: if it happened to me, if could happen to the man of my dreams, too. After all, anything is possible.
Anyone in this world can fall in love with a funky, black, poz jock.
Then, a funny thing happened on the way to my sad, lonely, worth-less life. I woke up from a very bad dream, a dream that said I had to accept anyone else's point of view about black gay men living with HIV/AIDS.
I begat a new dream, a dream where I learned to love myself for all that I am, for where I've been, what I've overcome, what I've made of myself and my life.
In this new dream, I fell in love. With myself. That's right, I fell in love with a funky, black, poz jock. I also realized: if it happened to me, if could happen to the man of my dreams, too. After all, anything is possible.
Anyone in this world can fall in love with a funky, black, poz jock.
September 9, 2011
Stalled Sexuality
When US Senator Larry Craig was arrested for trying to have sex in a Minneapolis airport bathroom, the world assumed the distinguished gentleman was lying when he declared, "I'm not gay!"
I believe him.
The world is full of men who neither call themselves gay, nor view themselves as gay but still have sex with men.
I believe him.
The world is full of men who neither call themselves gay, nor view themselves as gay but still have sex with men.
September 7, 2011
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