May 16, 2011

Hungry, Thirsty and Horny

Was I born gay?

Was I born liking pizza? Was I born liking beer?

We're born needing food, drink and sex. How we like those things are acquired tastes, which is a dance between the brain and that which it encounters, not to mention how it encounters, when it encounters and why it encounters.

Was I born straight or gay? No. I was born hungry, thirsty and eventually, horny. The rest is details.

May 15, 2011

Words to Survive By


Every crisis, every problem, every bad day, every seemingly insurmountable challenge, every single thing you've even been through, you've always found a way to keep going.

Those words helped me survive HIV/AIDS in the late 1980s. Those words help me survive today.

See what other words and thoughts resonate in my mind in Funky Words.

May 1, 2011

Because somebody's gotta have the balls

Because somebody's gotta have the balls to say, I love my AIDS-infected body!

Because somebody's gotta possess the gonads to shout, I'm sexy, too! I want to be love, wanna feel sexy, wanna be the object of someone's affection, as seen on TV and in the movies.

Because the world needs to know: I may be living with HIV/AIDS, but I'm still living, which means I'm still human, which I means I still need the things all humans need.

Because somebody's gotta have the balls to see that I'm still human, still lovable, still sexy, still capable of being the object of someone's affection, even if it's me.

Because somebody's gotta have the balls.

April 29, 2011

Still Buddy Dreaming

Nerd. Geek. Stud. Fighter. Lover. Brain. Sportsman. Raunchy dude. Survivor. Those are just a few of the words that come to mind when I think of myself.

I grew up a lonely boy who felt like a fag and just wanted one buddy for a life of love and adventure. Now I'm a lonely man who feels like a great guy and I still wanna find another great guy so we can be buddies for life.

We'll play like boys and love like men. Let's shoot hoops, toss the football around, go Trikking, and work up a manly sweat being buds in the great outdoors.

Then we'll turn all our private, nasty, kinky, raunchy fantasies into reality. Dig each other's ripe pits. Rim each other's funky asses for hours on end. Love, love, love all our troubles away.

We're not gay, straight or even bi. Fuck all that. We're buddies, like the great buddy duos of movies and TV. Let's make our own kind of relationship. Let's define who we are for ourselves. Let's be buddies

April 28, 2011

Wanted: Someone with the Guts to Love Me

I've been living with HIV/AIDS for nearly 26 years and counting.

I've learned that life doesn't end with a diagnosis.

Breathing continues, feelings continue, dreams continue. Life goes on and so does human sexuality.

As long as I'm alive and have enough desire, guts and determination to keep going, I'm gonna be me, a man on a mission to live life to the fullest.

That means great sex, too! Any buddy wanna share the adventure?

April 27, 2011

A Perfect Buddy with a Perfect Body?

What kind of body do I dream of my buddy having?

April 26, 2011

Dream Dad

In another life, I'm the perfect dad.

I've got a few kids and they're being raised right, I tell ya. I'm strict, fair, consistent, hands-on and strict (enough to say it twice!).

Chores? You bet. Punishment? The kind that hurts: taking away what they value most.

Spanking? No way. My kids are gonna be civilized, studious, perfect!

When I was younger, I desperately wanted kids. Not that I did much about it. How does one dream of making kids while one is a socially and sexually retarded, misunderstood kid himself? With AIDS?

Now, nearing age 50, I'm not so retarded anymore, but it's pretty much too late for kids.

I think I would have a made a great father. I also think I would have learned to love the little boy inside me a little more, were I to raise a love a copy of me. Shame I'll never know.

April 24, 2011

When Cocksuckers Aren't Gay

Not every man who has sex with other men is gay.

Not every cocksucker is a faggot.

Not every married guy who fucks pussy is heterosexual.

Not every man who throws his legs up and gets fucked by another man is a homo.

Not every man who has sex with other men is gay.

Some men get their nut when they want it, where they want it, with whomever they want, and the only thing it makes them, is men.