poz
HIV positive issues by and/or for the poz community
About a year ago, I received a Facebook message from an editor at Out Front Colorado. He said they wanted to put together a dynamic cover for their annual AIDS Walk issue – a group shot of local, out poz persons who reflect various generations of the disease. It sounded brilliant, and somewhat scary to be a part of.
My doctor said that while HIV is still possibly fatal, the diagnosed person can live a long and healthy life if HIV is managed properly.
On World AIDS Day in 2010, I decided the time had come to fling open the closet door and show the world what a modern HIV diagnosis looks like.
I pulled away just enough to whisper my status, innocently, in his ear. He pushed me away, furiously. My good-looking hook-up got ugly and stood up to walk out, as if he shouldn’t have ever been there without a hazmat suit.
I felt oddly alone waiting for the HIV community forum to start. This would be my first public gathering since my diagnosis. Prior to finding out about my status, I hadn’t realized that people didn’t talk much about stuff like this, so I longed for a new sense of community to ease the process. Yet I couldn’t quite figure out why, in a room full of positive people, I still struggled to connect.
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Shortly after my HIV diagnosis, I joined a friend to see the movie The Invasion…
The moment I first acknowledged myself as gay unfortunately coincided with the horrible murder of…
