You Bet I'm Bent!

I grew up a liberal thinker in a conservative Midwestern town, a homo-inclined jock on homophobic sports teams, and a black boy who attended mostly rich, white schools.

Oh, yeah, and I was the youngest kid in a lower middle class family full of angry and violent men.

If I weren't bent, something would be very, very wrong with me, and I'd be very, very worried.

More about How I Became Me.

Blacks Are Human After All!

Some white men still don't know it.

Some black men have yet to realize it.

Some Asian men are unaware.

Some Latino men are still ignorant.

But sometime in the last century, some Americans discovered that black people aren't savages or menaces to society.

In fact, many Americans have discovered Black Is Beautiful.

Is My Buddy Out There?

I look at the gay life around me--online, offline, wherever--and it doesn't look like any world I would ever create, live in, choose or be a part of.

What they do is not me. What they believe is not me.

Yet where is one suppose to go to find someone of like mind?

I haven't found the answer, so my funky blog is my writing therapy, my art therapy, and my desperate, last ditch shout out to the world, "is my buddy out there?"

Pardoning Myself

Should've known better. Acted differently. Been smarted.

After acquiring the AIDS virus, I had to forgive myself for not knowing better, acting differently or being smarter.

After forgiveness came learning to love and accept myself all over again.

Life is better when you pardon yourself.

Power of the Pits

Yeah, me and my buddy wear cologne alright: Ode de Buddy, the scent that sends us both on a natural high.

It's guaranteed to drive us wild and bring out the animal in each other.

One whiff of Ode de Buddy and I'm reminded of all the things that make my buddy who he is.

No need for artificial scents. All me and my buddy need is Ode de Buddy.

—from Buddy, Lemme Smell Your Pits!

Birth of an Ignorant Nation

Did you hear good things about black people in your household growing up?

How old were you the first time you heard something positive about a black man in general?

Were you born liking certain flavors of ice cream? Pie? Pizza?

Your racism hurts my feelings in ways you probably can't imagine.

—from Dear American Racists of the 21st Century

Here Come the Homos!

New owner of a pro basketball team announces he's gay and that only gay players are allowed on his team.

He wants his franchise, the San Francisco Homos, to become a dynasty, once and for all showing the world that fags are men, too.

The owner assembles a team of previously closeted players now ready to change the world.

It's just a funky dream of mine, but I bet a lot of so-called straight men would shut the hell up after getting beaten in sports by some homos.

Four the Funky Way

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.