December 26, 2008

Scent of a Man

I don't imagine my buddy or me wearing cologne or deodorant. Why? Take a whiff of Buddy, Lemme Smell Your Pits!

I Love My AIDS-Infected Body!

On Living and Loving with HIV ...
Charged Up: To Be or Not To Be HIV-Positive
Let's Fuck, I've Got AIDS!
Happy to Be Living with AIDS
Neg Dudes: Show Me Some Love

Also: check out HIV-P.O.V., my HIV-related posts on my author blog.

December 25, 2008

All I Want for Christmas Is a Buddy

" ... for I would gladly take anything from my man, if it meant never having to take anything else from another man again in my life."
Walt Loves the Bearcat by Randy Boyd, aka me!
On Buddyhood ...
My Buddy and Me: The Kind of Men We Are
Imperfect Bodies, Perfect Match
That Special Feeling
The Glory of Love

On Monogamy

Charged Up: To Be or Not To Be HIV-Positive
The Man of My Dreams

December 22, 2008

December 20, 2008

Positively A Good Man

Why Size Doesn't Matter to Me

I'm determined not to waste anymore time in this life answering questions about my dick size. Dicks are one of the least distinctive parts of a man's body. They're pretty much all the same, and for the most part, you can neither control dick size nor change anything about your dick in your lifetime.

Big dick, small dick, the size of a man's dick says nothing about his life, his mind, his heart, his interests, his skills, his ability to be a good lover, his honesty, his manliness, his humanity, nothing.

When I was in college, I met a black dancer who had the biggest dick I've ever seen in my life. Find out how that experience taught me size doesn't matter in How Big Is My Dick?

Who Maketh This Thing Called "Natch?"

Positively Standing Tall

What Causeth This Thing Called "Natch?"

Attention Gay Men: Your Racism Hurts My Feelings

My Racist Gay World on my author blog:
Gay Is the New Old South

Gay Rights and Civil Wrongs

The Hypocrisy of Gay Civil Rights
Poll Dancing with Blacks and Gays

Update from the Unlovable Nigger Faggot

Racial Profiling for Love
American All or All-American?

My Racist Gay World on my funky blog:
Don't Reduce Me to a Race

Dear Whites and Latins Only

Breaking News: Black Is Beautiful

In Search of a Better Nut

Sorry, I Don't Do Blacks

Faggy Black Boys Have Dreams, Too

December 19, 2008

When You See Me Smile

Gay internet dating sites have something called smiles or winks, which is a digital way of nudging a prospective date and seeing if he nudges back. It's a way to gauge someone's interest, some might say.

Don't send me smiles!, a lot of guys demand angrily in their profiles.

Why the smile? asked some guys in respond to receiving one, usually followed by a smart-ass comment.

Only I'm not looking for a smart ass. Be it a job interview or a blow job interview, in life, when I'm looking for someone, I'm looking for someone who can enrich my life and vice versa. The longer they can do that the better. The more we enrich one another, the more we both wanna smile. The more we wanna smile, the more we might ask ourselves: what other ways can we make ourselves smile?

When all the smiles are gone, and we can't dream up more ways to make smiles together, we thank one another, wish one another well, part company, and continue onward with our journey.

Two people can make one another smile for seconds, minutes, hours, months, years, a whole lifetime.

So when you see me smile, it's because something about you makes me wanna smile, and I'm wondering if something about me makes you wanna smile, and if there's anything we can do to make us both smile ... together.

More about Walt Loves the Bearcat, my fourth novel and a Lambda Literary Award Finalist for Best Romance.

More about Randy Boyd, the funky black poz novelist.

Positively Workin' It

December 18, 2008

December 17, 2008

December 16, 2008

Man's Job

Life After Me

Someday I'm gonna die. Like every descendant of the great apes before me. I'm not that good. I got skillz, but believe me, I know I'm gonna die. Hopefully much later than sooner. Anyway, I'm glad and fortunate to have survived 46 years so far, 23 of them living with AIDS. And I'm very happy that I've survived long enough to create a Museum of Me. LOL ... Click here to read the rest of Life After Me.

December 11, 2008

What Be This Thing Called "Natch?"

The Thinker Must Always Think

My father made sure I was a thinker. In my formative years, he himself was a thinker who constantly shared with my brother and me 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. Didn't surprise me one bit that phrase ended up being a central theme of Walt Loves the Bearcat.

Maya Angelou once said on Oprah: "The thinker must always think." She's right.

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

Check out the thoughts of a Sapien Homo, now on Randy Boyd's Blocks, the blog for my brain!

December 10, 2008

Not So Gay Being Gay

Am I really and truly gay? What is gay? What about just calling myself sexual? Check out my conundrum in No Longer a Homo, on my author blog, Randy Boyd's Blocks.

From Where Cometh This Thing Called "Natch?"

December 9, 2008

Positively Steadfast

Buddy Material

When he's everything you ever dreamed of and more.

When he makes you laugh, think and feel like no other man.

When thoughts of him set your soul on fire.

When he's smart and sexy beyond your wildest dreams.

Are you buddy material?

Semper Poz and Bootylicious

HIV-positive ass tastes and looks just as good as HIV-negative ass.

Living with AIDS? Try Loving with AIDS

You don't have to die of AIDS. You don't have to live in fear of AIDS. You can love someone with AIDS and not acquire the virus. You can even learn to love living with AIDS should you yourself become infected.

The fear you have over AIDS is all in your head. The universe is a wondrous and beautiful place with or without HIV. This realization is the only "cure" for AIDS. This much is true.

Positively Poetic