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Me llamo Vicky. Soy peruana pero actualmente vivo en Buenos Aires, Argentina. Soy enfermera y madre de dos hijos, próximamente abuela a mis 34 años.

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For most of my adult life I identified as a heterosexual woman. See, my family, community, and society told me I was supposed to like boys/men. After all, I was a girl, right? I was raised with the...

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Days turn into months, months into a year, year into years of public humiliation. How could you? How could you open your mouth to say these things? Who gave you authority? Why me? These are just some...

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My first meeting of any type to meet a candidate. I was able to ask Aaron Ford about his knowledge on the current HIV laws here in Nevada. He said he didn't know anything. I think this is an important...

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My name is Sian Green and I was diagnosed six years ago with HIV. I have two children who I love very unconditionally, and I am from New Orleans, LA. Becoming an HIV/AIDS activist was not second...

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I remember being in the seventh grade living on Cape Cod in the early 80's, and the fear of AIDS that gripped society at the time. Stigma was a monster in those days, greater than the Boogeyman under...

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As an HIV advocate and Global Ambassador to The Well Project one of the planned activities that was carried out this year was to take HIV/AIDS health education and information to young adolescent...

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It's been Awhile but I have to Share A Lil' HIV Humor. Yes, that's what I said "HIV Humor." Sometimes HIV may feel Serious, Sad, Angry, Like I Need To Be Inspiring and Sometimes It's Motivating......but sometimes things can get Humorous. I've been positive for 15 years now.

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So today I was reading blogs and looking at Facebook. I was troubled to see how many times people tell me I can hit them up if I need someone to talk to. My problem with this is when people try to...

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Thirty years ago today I was handed a death sentence. At least that is what an HIV diagnosis meant in 1988. In fact, it meant so much more than just death. It meant shame. It meant stigma. It meant judgement and isolation.

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