The year was 1991. I was just diagnosed with HIV. I was 18 years old and my dream was to become a marine.
It feels so good to be safe. I know a couple of my blogs were pretty intense. Since I made the move and I'm running on blind faith, these things are actually coming together, coming together slowly...
All of us have a story, a triumph, something that may not be so glamourous at face value – but the breath in our bodies stand as a testament to the next person that hard things can be done.
All my love for you Job Corps; I've been meaning to write this blog for years!
I am Kimberly June Skeete. My pronouns are She/Her. As a Black Trans Woman, I move through the world with unapologetic positivity, authenticity, and queerness. My diagnosis was the catalyst for discovering my strength.
I can honestly say I'm the most respected and hated person in a mile radius. Outreach is my passion since experiencing very traumatic events throughout my diagnosis of being HIV positive.
My lovely people, I promised to share my learning from AIDS 2024 in Munich with you. The two days I spent at the Global Village were quite fruitful as an activist.
I had this image in my head of what advocacy should look like, and I often would compare the work I do, or lack there of, when it comes to how I show up for our HIV Community. What I learned is that there's no right or wrong way to advocate.
Every moment in life, no matter how beautiful or horrific, can be silver. A glimmer. That's like faith.
I thank God because now there are so many places where they support us—people with HIV. The workshops they offer and the tools they provide, give us a chance to lead a normal life.