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


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.