Words have tremendous power. That dumb ass saying about sticks and stones makes sense to say to kids, because its coming from an adult perspective with the experience of having learned to deal with the pain of harsh words.
It's time to heal, to rediscover my voice, and to move forward with renewed energy and purpose. Here's to new beginnings and the power of community in lifting each other up.
On Friday August 23rd, I had the extreme honor of presenting our poster Updated Infant Feeding Recommendations for US Parents Living with HIV: Empowering Patient/Provider Partnership & Communication...
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.