November 30, 2008
November 29, 2008
November 28, 2008
November 27, 2008
November 26, 2008
November 25, 2008
Funking Up Instigator Magazine
What makes me feel special? The funky freaks at Instigator Magazine scoping out my blog, appreciating my words and asking my permission to reprint a funky post of mine in their most recent issue.
What else makes me feel special? Taking another look at that instigated post and getting That Special Feeling all over again.
What else makes me feel special? Taking another look at that instigated post and getting That Special Feeling all over again.
November 24, 2008
AIDS Is All In Your Mind
I've been HIV-positive for 23 years. I found out the night Rock Hudson shocked the world with his televised press conference where he introduced AIDS to America in a 9/11 kind of way.
The famous actor shocked the shit out of the innocent who had no idea that the man who played rugged on the big screen also played with boys. Not only that, Rock was wasting away before our very eyes from that little known, mysterious and deadly disease that was offing fags in the sinful capitals of the gay world, NY, SF and LA.
AIDS was Biblical and Rock Hudson was its poster child in July of 1985. After listening to the list of symptoms described by newscasters, I realized that I, too, was infected like the humiliated actor dying before the cameras. The night sweats that were soaking my bed (for the first time in my life) were a product of the casual anonymous black dick that had shot its wad up my ass a few weeks earlier in WeHo.
I made a pact with God that I would never get fucked again if he would only make the night sweats go away and never come back, so I could write them off as a fluke. I didn't tell another soul for nearly three years.
Two decades-plus later, I'm telling everyone who cares to listen. What's it like, living with AIDS since the Day Rock Hudson Shocked the World? Check out my unique perspective in HIV-POV, now on Randy Boyd's Blocks, my author blog.
The famous actor shocked the shit out of the innocent who had no idea that the man who played rugged on the big screen also played with boys. Not only that, Rock was wasting away before our very eyes from that little known, mysterious and deadly disease that was offing fags in the sinful capitals of the gay world, NY, SF and LA.
AIDS was Biblical and Rock Hudson was its poster child in July of 1985. After listening to the list of symptoms described by newscasters, I realized that I, too, was infected like the humiliated actor dying before the cameras. The night sweats that were soaking my bed (for the first time in my life) were a product of the casual anonymous black dick that had shot its wad up my ass a few weeks earlier in WeHo.
I made a pact with God that I would never get fucked again if he would only make the night sweats go away and never come back, so I could write them off as a fluke. I didn't tell another soul for nearly three years.
Two decades-plus later, I'm telling everyone who cares to listen. What's it like, living with AIDS since the Day Rock Hudson Shocked the World? Check out my unique perspective in HIV-POV, now on Randy Boyd's Blocks, my author blog.
November 22, 2008
November 21, 2008
Disease-Free and Prejudice
Yes We Can, Love a Black Man with AIDS
November 19, 2008
November 18, 2008
On Blacks Crashing the Gay Wedding Party
On blacks crashing the gay wedding party at the polls in the most recent election:
How might black Americans view homosexuality today had blacks not been segregated from society by white people declaring WHITES ONLY?
How might black Americans view homosexuality tomorrow if blacks are no longer segregated from society by gay people declaring WHITES and LATINS ONLY?
Everyone pays a price for racism and exclusion. What price are you paying today? How much is your racism costing you?
How might black Americans view homosexuality today had blacks not been segregated from society by white people declaring WHITES ONLY?
How might black Americans view homosexuality tomorrow if blacks are no longer segregated from society by gay people declaring WHITES and LATINS ONLY?
Everyone pays a price for racism and exclusion. What price are you paying today? How much is your racism costing you?
November 17, 2008
November 16, 2008
Boy Seeks Boy
Am I gay? Am I not gay? Was I born gay? Who the fuck really knows? What I do know is what I expressed in my fourth novel, Walt Loves the Bearcat:
"I was born a boy slash man. Later, I came to understand my desire to bond with another boy slash man, but not so that we could become gay men or straight men. The closest anyone else has come to articulating the bond my soul desires is the buddy duo. Starsky and Hutch. Martin and Lewis. Butch and Sundance. My soul craves a buddy, not a lifestyle. Of course, my buddy and I are sexual together, make no mistake. But labels and lifestyles with labels are not part of any dream born within my soul. We make our own lifestyle and rules."
"I was born a boy slash man. Later, I came to understand my desire to bond with another boy slash man, but not so that we could become gay men or straight men. The closest anyone else has come to articulating the bond my soul desires is the buddy duo. Starsky and Hutch. Martin and Lewis. Butch and Sundance. My soul craves a buddy, not a lifestyle. Of course, my buddy and I are sexual together, make no mistake. But labels and lifestyles with labels are not part of any dream born within my soul. We make our own lifestyle and rules."
November 15, 2008
November 14, 2008
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