activism, advocacy

February 18th I began another HIV/AIDS clinical trial at NIH in which I'll be back every three months for further testing.

This was a text message I received from a participant in a training which I facilitated in 2005. It was a telecommunication peer educator training for staff. It reads: Always, once in each generation...

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."

El 24 de diciembre del año 1995, entre al laboratorio privado que quedaba frente a mi casa para recoger mis resultados de mi prueba de VIH. Abrí la puerta, y no me había sentado cuando la laboratorista me dijo: "Tenemos un problema."

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...