I am here. I will listen. You are not a burden. You are important, and important to me. Please message me. If I don’t respond immediatly it’s not because I don’t want to talk to you or feel like it’s not worth my time, it’s because I am sleeping or at work or don’t have my phone on hand. So please, reach out to me. You’re not alone in this.
Entitled “Rare Cancer Seen in 41 Homosexuals,” the article was penned by Lawrence K. Altman and appeared in the New York Times. At the time, gay men were dying of an unusual disease. They presented with purple spots on the skin, and their lymph nodes eventually became swollen before they died. It seemed to be cancer—but the symptoms matched a type usually only seen in very old people. The people who were dying at the time, however, were young and otherwise healthy. Doctors did not understand what was happening or whether the cancer was contagious.
So let’s stop trying to cure this disease and start focusing on stopping anyone else from getting it
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A bus poster designed by Gran Fury for Art Against Aids in 1989. Gran Fury was an art collective which used the power of art to battle the Aids crisis
Photograph: Gran Fury, Courtesy of the New York Public Library Manuscripts and Archives Division
WORD AIDS DAY, 2011
Ron was my very first boyfriend. He was already HIV+ (I was, and am, still HIV-) when we were dating. He was a journalist and gave me a lot of aspiration on who and what I wanted to do as an adult. He passed away about two years after we had stopped dating.
Laith became HIV+ about eight months after we broke up, and though we never reconnected wholly as friends, I was grateful that we at least got to work along side each other some years later, and were able to put some closure on that relationship. He passed away about a year after we reconnected.
Both of these men gave me a lot of formative ideas and hopes in my earlier days. I still carry much of those ideas within me as a result of knowing them back then. And, like so many people who knew them, I wish they were still here.
For Ron. For Laith. I fell in love with you then, and I still love you now. You both will always be a part of my heart. Always.
Oh the L got to love it
CTA Red Line is delayed because I’m sleeping on the tracks in some comfy pajamas
A bus poster designed by Gran Fury for Art Against Aids in 1989. Gran Fury was an art collective which used the power of art to battle the Aids crisis
Photograph: Gran Fury, Courtesy of the New York Public Library Manuscripts and Archives Division
Then he told me he just got it, then his daughter told me he had it for 15 years and he had another BF and didn't told him either
The fact that there are people knowingly spreading HIV to their partners makes me want to physically throw up. And you know there are people doing it to keep their spouses from leaving cah the stigma would be too much for them to even seek out another relationship. It’s wicked uno. The thing is, sometimes showing you’re clean before marriage ain’t even enough, some people contract these things thru cheating (after) and end up giving it to their partners.
we can’t let this happen
ask me anything, 10+ healthy poz, update: I found love and I got married.
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