December 31, 2009

The Best 2009 in History!

2009: The year I learned how to have a Body By Fun.

Revelation of the Year

I'm not gay, just Jock Crazy!

December 30, 2009

Smell of the Year

Take a whiff, if you're Ripe for Funky Pits.

Booty of the Year

In 2009, I had the time of my life Building a Better Butt.

Truth of the Year

More than a black cock, I'm a Man of My Words.

December 29, 2009

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December 22, 2009

Learning to Love Me

They've called me fag my whole life long. They still do. They call me worthless without noticing or bothering to care. They've called me nigger to my face, and “who knows what else” behind my back.

They see me and think: black fag with AIDS, and it's not all that shocking in their minds because that's what happens to fags, right?

So here I stand, a nigger faggot with AIDS in a world that has very few positive dreams for me and my kind.

But I don't care so much anymore. I care more about my own dreams. I care more about loving myself than somebody else liking me. I care more about being comfortable with me than another human's opinion of me.

Walk in my shoes; you'll find a man who's learning to accept himself despite the many ways the world tells him: we don't care about you nigger faggots with AIDS. Walk in my shoes and you'll find a man learning to love me.

December 19, 2009

So Many Men, So Little Sensitivity

Why do so many gay men feel the need to say things, like, DISEASE-FREE, NO BUGS, SUPER CLEAN, UB2?

Saying these things makes a person ugly. Insensitivity is downright unattractive. Yet these words are more than commonplace online. Makes me wanna scream, then open up a can of whoop ass on somebody's head, but I know better.

Instead I ask, HIV-Neg Guys: Must You Hurt My Feelings? And to those who just don't get it, I have a cup of patience and try to explain Why the Term “Disease-Free” Hurts My Feelings. Here's hoping somebody's listening.

December 18, 2009

Armpits Make the Man

Whoa! Those are some ripe pits! Lemme get another whiff. Fuck, man, that's what you call funky!

In my dreams, my buddy and I take pride in our pits and the scents that make us men.

Deodorant? Maybe once a decade. Cologne? Ha!

No need for artificial scents. All I need is a good whiff of a good man, preferably my buddy.

December 17, 2009

Buddy Dreaming

What kind of man do I dream of being with? Find out in My Buddy and Me: the Kind of Men We Are.

December 14, 2009

Funky, but True

I haven't belonged to a gym in years, but I'm having the best workouts of my life. Find out how in Body By Fun.

I may be HIV-positive, but that needn't be the primary concern of the people I date. Find out why in Why HIV Status Doesn't Matter.

I may have survived two-plus decades living with AIDS, but I'm not immune to a broken heart each and every time I hear the words "clean" and "disease-free." See what I mean in Why the Term “Disease-Free” Hurts My Feelings.

December 7, 2009