The Funky Truth Shall Set You Free

Man enough to handle the funky truth?

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?

Or am I just dreaming?

A man fall in love with me, regardless of my HIV status, because I'm such a great, complete, wonderful, loving, intelligent, amazing man, regardless of my HIV status?

I believe it's a love story waiting to happen. Or am I just dreaming?

Don't drop the soap!

Why are some hetero-identified guys so scared of being naked in the same space as men who admit to being cocksuckers and butt-fuckers? Or butt-fuckees?

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.

I never said I didn't want pussy

Was I born straight or gay? No.

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.

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.

Aids for Fear of AIDS

Does a disease-free lab result mean a disease-free mind?

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..

Still Jock Crazy After All These Years

My ideal man is a man who doesn't feel gay or straight. A man who gets turned on by the idea of us having a three-way with a woman. A man who loves the smell of his jock. And mine!

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?

White and Black

I'm better off, now that I understand How I Fell in Love with White Men.

The Blown Job

I had just sat down in front of the tube, plate of juicy burgers in one hand, remote in the other ... when there was a knock on the door.

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.

Vision Guy

I have visions. What kind? Click here to find out.

Me and Only Me

Why would I rather be me than anyone else? Find out in Rather Be Me.

If Only in My Mind

Yep, I like to think of myself as America's Next Top HIV-Positive Model. True dat!

So What If I Got a Big Black Cock

Why I got to be big Black Mandingo?

Any Buddy Out There?

Wanted: One man that gives me that special feeling.

Fall in Love with a Funky Black Poz Jock?

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 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.

Stalled Sexuality

When US Senator Larry Craig was arrested for trying to have sex in a Minneapolis airport bathroom, the world assumed the distinguished gentleman was lying when he declared, "I'm not gay!"

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.

A Queer? Who Me?

I couldn't possibly be gay. Could I?

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.

American Beauty

Who's the most beautiful man I've ever loved? Behold him here.