When I finally understood that HIV is not an infectious contagious disease, I understood that I don't have to self-discriminate, I stopped seeing myself as a ticking timebomb, and began to befriend a...

If there is anything the past several weeks have reminded us, it is that we live in times of infuriating denial and powerful, wide-ranging truth-telling. From climate breakdown, to an abusive and divisive new Supreme Court justice, to the attempted erasure of our sisters and brothers of transgender experience, to numerous heinous hate crimes, there seems to be no end to the ways our communities bear the violence of disregard by those in power.

I may never forget the night I got the email from Bruce Richman (founder and Executive Director of the Prevention Access Campaign U=U) asking if I would be interested in joining a campaign.

Getting tested. "So freeing."

I'm not changing who I am because of your fear. So last Sunday an article came out about HIV with a small portion about me with a picture. So read this, ok I choose to be a voice because of comments...

This is a blog about our immigration nightmare and what we have been suffering in silence since 2008. Where do I start this very hard blog to write? I guess from the beginning. Many people know I was in a very loving relationship with Li for 10 years. We had normal ups and downs, but we always had each other’s backs. We respected each other, and still do, and we will forever be family.

I think Eleanor Roosevelt said it best when she said this about confidence "You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself I lived through the horror. I can take the next thing that comes along."

This is D.V. Awareness month right?! Well let me shed light on another ugly truth of mine. Yeah, I been there before, a couple times at the hands of both men who I beared children for. As I sit here and think of how to describe the brutal pain each physical incident caused, I’m a little lost honestly. So I’m just writing what’s in my head at this moment.

A door once closed to my past has reopened into my present. I remember the day vividly when he walked back into my life, this man was more than a friend to me. He was handsome, charming, and very desirable. His flaws and imperfections were never too big for the warmth my body and heart desired. His swag was boastful, smooth and powerful. I drowned in every word he spoke. I could not wait to reveal my body behind closed doors.

I love September, because it’s that time of year again, time for the end of summer conference on the sands of Fort Walton…Positive Living. I love this conference and look forward to going every year, because of all the HIV conferences, this one is special, let me tell you why by sharing my experience with Positive Living that began four years ago.