Being an advocate can at times be overwhelming, frustrating, and emotionally draining. Society is forever taking shots especially when it comes to those who fully disclose. The emails, messages...
I enter a grandiose world of security and red carpets, regency furniture and high ceilings. I am escorted, actually more like, guided with grace to the ballroom.
I've been doing some thinking of the HIV virus. What I've come up with is she's a very intelligent one!
Where do I start? It is with much sorrow that I am writing this blog...the memories of my friends that passed from AIDS complications haunt me all the time. It is very hard to express how I feel … so...
#Blacklivesmatter What does this mean to me? I am a white woman, I have privilege. I recognise that we don't have to have a hashtag for white lives.
On December 24th of 1995, I stepped into the private lab that was directly across from my home to collect my HIV test results. I opened the door and I had not taken a seat when the lab technician uttered: "We have a problem."
This blog was translated from Spanish. Read the original, "Chicas como YO" here. On the 10th of February at the White House in Washington DC, over 20 TransAdvocates / Activists from around the country...
So #Love Positive Women is over and I wanted to share the love and write here because my 'romance' with myself began not 'at home', but with The Well Project. I want to share how far I have come and express my gratitude.
Have you ever experienced something that left you feeling and questioning, "Did that really just happen?"
I live in the basement: the lowest floor of the social systems we have here in America. Above me live the middle-class: not concerned with the trials of the lower class; the privileged: living in a...