A friend of mine was reading my last blog and he said that I should elaborate... I spoke about never really being able to experience sexual freedom...
In one way or another in various tones from forced to cheer to seriousness, at four out of five of my initial appointments after learning that I had HIV, someone made it a point to tell me that I wasn't going to die.
My name is Nakeisa Jackson and I am 30 years old. At age 19, I was diagnosed with HIV.
In my capacity as a nurse at the clinic I work in, I have occasion to teach nursing students nearing graduation from school.
Growing up Poz and trying to follow American Society’s guidelines for dating and hooking up has been extremely difficult. The guidelines that we follow as a society in regards to dating and having sex...
Once upon a time, I thought and felt crazy to use the word "coming out of the closet.” Yes, I did all I could do to come out of shame, lies, agony, despair, and beat stigma caused by living with HIV...
Blogging is something I've considered doing for a while however I didn't think it'd be this difficult. My name is Masonia, meaning "She Leads". However, somewhere along the way I got lost I think...
I absolutely hate taking medicine. Especially this HIV shit. They told me at the beginning that I would have to take medicine everyday.
Disclosing my HIV status is usually one of the first things I do when I meet people. I mean, it's not like, "Hey, my name is Ci Ci and I have HIV!" Nah. It's more like, if I begin to see that person...
It is funny how one day you wake up and feel like everything has changed. You, the world around you, the people you know; everything. Looking out of the window to the door you once stepped out of...