Man enough to handle the funky truth?
October 27, 2011
October 25, 2011
It's a Jock Thing
Playing sports means always being
around guys who stink, and guys who have Bodies by Sport (as opposed to
body by gym membership).
Growing up, my world was populated with two kinds of men: those with Bodies by Sport, and everybody else.
It was a world where a man isn't a man unless he's drenched in sweat from a hard game of basketball, football or baseball.
Is it any wonder I was a jock crazy young jock?
Growing up, my world was populated with two kinds of men: those with Bodies by Sport, and everybody else.
It was a world where a man isn't a man unless he's drenched in sweat from a hard game of basketball, football or baseball.
Is it any wonder I was a jock crazy young jock?
Or am I just dreaming?
I believe it's a love story waiting to happen. Or am I just dreaming?
October 24, 2011
Don't drop the soap!
Because they're scared they're gonna get raped by the butt-fuckers?
Because they're scared their raging hard-on's will be seized upon by the cocksuckers?
Is there space for all that sexual tension? Does there have to be sexual tension?
Find out why it's all in the head in Gay Guys in the Locker Room, now on my author blog.
October 16, 2011
I never said I didn't want pussy
Now that I'm all grown up, I realize: I'm no longer a homo, just a guy who enjoys the company of men, who wants to bond with a special buddy, emotionally and physically, and who is open to but has yet to experience sex with women.
I never said I didn't want pussy!
So how did I end up calling myself gay? Journey back in time and see how I became homosexual.
October 15, 2011
Funky and Resolute
I will find true love with the man of my dreams.I will find true love with the man of my dreams.
I will find true love with the man of my dreams.
I will find true love with the man of my dreams.
I will find true love with the man of my dreams. I hope.
October 4, 2011
Aids for Fear of AIDS
Did you know an HIV-negative person can be intimate with an HIV-positive person and stay HIV-negative?
I don't let HIV/AIDS get in the way of me loving myself; why should you be any different?
See life from my point of view in the funky posts labeled Semper Poz.
And for more, check out my author blog and the posts labeled HIV-P.O.V..
October 3, 2011
Still Jock Crazy After All These Years
It wasn't difficult getting hooked on the scent of a man and his jock. For most of my early life, the only kind of men I knew wore sweaty jocks.
Is it any wonder, after all these years, I'm still Jock Crazy?
September 29, 2011
September 28, 2011
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
September 19, 2011
September 18, 2011
September 17, 2011
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
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
August 17, 2011
Why This Blog?
Why this funky little blog? Because another generation of young men are ashamed of their HIV-positive status and they need to know: you can still be healthy, happy, sexy, proud and poz.
Because nowhere else in the media is someone like me portrayed as happy, healthy, sexy, proud and poz.
Because when I'm much, much, much older, fate willing, I can look back at my funky little blog and see how I was once a happy, horny, male sexual dawg.
August 16, 2011
August 15, 2011
All-American Bull
Why does all-American mean white? Are the rest of us half-American? I say fuck the sparkplug people.
August 14, 2011
Owning It
I used to get so upset when someone called me faggot or nigger. That was before I trained my brain not to care about what others call me.
Faggot and nigger are powerless and without inherent meaning. They're just words, utterances by apes who've learned how to talk.
I'm a cocksucker, a fag, a faggot and a nigger, and none of those words has any power over me or my life. I'm proud of who I am: an educated man with a great mind and the ability to create magnificent dreams.
Who cares what people call me? Not this cock-sucking nigger faggot.
August 13, 2011
August 7, 2011
You lick me, you really, really lick me ...
I love my HIV-positive tongue! My tongue gives me so much pleasure and joy, allowing me to taste and savor so many wonderful flavors.My tongue is one of my favorite appendages.
Someday, I hope to have a buddy who says my tongue is one of his favorite appendages, so much so that he says it's the world's greatest tongue.
July 23, 2011
July 21, 2011
July 17, 2011
July 15, 2011
July 14, 2011
July 11, 2011
July 10, 2011
July 9, 2011
July 8, 2011
The Tongue Tutorials
I love my HIV-positive tongue! My tongue gives me so much pleasure, so much joy, so much to taste and savor in this vast and flavorful world of ours. My tongue is one of my most favorite appendages. Someday, I hope to have a buddy who says it's one of his most favorite appendages, too.Still more tongue:
Tongues In Cheeks
World's Greatest Tongue
That's My Tongue!
Thankful for My Tongue, Too!
July 7, 2011
July 3, 2011
July 2, 2011
June 28, 2011
Get the Funk in Ma Face
Why do I blog on this funky lil' blog?
To be a man who's changing the face of AIDS.
To teach the young and the poz how to be sexy, confident, comfortable, poz.
To vent my anger about the gay world, where there's so many men, so little sensitivity.
To tell the world, I'm not gay, just jock crazy.
That's why I blog on this funky little blog.
June 18, 2011
BBC: Big Black Cognition
Sometimes I think with my bigger head, like when I write for my Sapien Homo column on my author blog.Why, I can even dream of men and still not think with my little head, like when I write my column, Jockin': Homos in Sports on my author blog.
Still I admit: I'm a male sexual dawg. But I'm also a dog owner, which you can find out about in my author blog column, When In Doubt, Pet the Dog.
Who knew my big head could be so useful, too!
June 17, 2011
What the Funky Faggot Really Wants
I just want to be loved.I just want to be held.
I just want to be cherished.
I just want to be accepted.
I just want to be held.
I just want to be loved.
I just want to be read.
I just want to be needed.
I just want to be held.
I just want to be loved.
June 15, 2011
Who Loves Me
Where else do I feel beautiful while sleeping alone night after night?How else do I see myself as sexy, if I don't see myself as sexy?
Who else will show the world I'm lovable, if I don't show the world I'm lovable?
Where else will I be portrayed as cute, funny, sexy and romantic, if I don't upload photos of myself on my own blog?
Who else will love me, if I don't love myself?
June 14, 2011
The Sex Remains the Same
You’d think hooking up would be easier in the Internet age.In the past, you had to leave your house to hunt for a suitable mate, meaning it could take hours, even longer, to find whatever gets you through the night.
Nowadays, you don’t have to leave your house, but hunting for a suitable mate still takes work: answering all those detailed questions by a stranger who may or may not be telling the truth, meaning it could take hours, even longer, to find whatever gets you through the night.
Sex. The more life changes, the more sex remains the same.
June 13, 2011
June 12, 2011
Ass I Wish
I wish I had a great ass, but I don't.I wish most men wanted to play with it, but they won't.
I've just got an ass, same as any human.
No one's gonna write songs about my ass.
No one's gonna ask to photograph my ass for a magazine.
No one's gonna tell me I've got the best ass they've ever seen, felt, tasted, loved.
Still I wish somebody loved by ass.
Even if that somebody was somebody other than me.
June 9, 2011
Monster Bash
I am not a monster. I just play one in your imagination.You know, the guy you automatically dismiss as a potential love or sex partner because he's living with the AIDS virus.
Who could love a man who wasn't disease-free?
Why, that would take a soul who's brave enough to conquer his fears, educated himself about safer sex, open his mind up to unbridled passion with a man. Who happens to be living with HIV/AIDS.
I am not a monster. I just play one in your imagination.
June 8, 2011
Why Am I Still Single?
Fifty-year-old gay man who's never been in a relationship. That's what I'll be in six months, unless I'm no longer living, or living a dream come true, a dream I've dreamt since age fourteen, a dream I have slim hope of ever coming true.Love. A relationship. A partner. A buddy.
Call it what you want, I've never had it. Not even close.
Why am I single? It's a question I've been asking myself for years, including the time I wrote a blog post with a few speculative answers, a blog post called, Why Am I Single?
June 6, 2011
What Funk Be Here
What do I blog about on this funky blog?I blog about dreams of mine, like Hollywood discovering AIDS: The Romantic Comedy.
I blog about funky questions running through my head, like Sexy and AIDS in the Same Sentence?
I write posts that remind the world (and myself) that a man can be Sexy, Confident, Comfortable and Poz.
Best of all, I blog about my deepest dream: finding Somebody to Love Me and My HIV.
June 5, 2011
How I Fell in Love with Me
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 you, too.
June 4, 2011
That Boy
Who I can't stop thinking about.Who's always there when I need him.
Who laughs at my jokes.
Whose eyes light up my soul.
Who cares about me. Whom I care about.
Who makes me believe in the impossible.
Who makes me believe love conquers all.
Someday, I'm gonna be that boy.
Someday, that boy is going to be loved beyond his wildest dreams.
June 3, 2011
iPoz
Why this funky little blog? Because another generation of young men are ashamed of their HIV-positive status and they need to know: you can still be healthy, happy, sexy, proud and poz.Because nowhere else in the media is someone like me portrayed as a normal human being who wants to feel sexy and loved.
Because when I'm much, much, much older, fate willing, I can look back at my funky little blog and see how I was once a happy, horny, male sexual dawg.
May 17, 2011
Poz Like Me
What if you had to live with HIV/AIDS for one whole week?What if you had to live with HIV/AIDS for the rest of your life?
Would you tell your family and friends?
Would you tell your lover?
Would you tell the world?
Walk a mile in my shoes in the funky posts labeled Semper Poz.
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