The Press, supress, our stories of happiness. They try to define us, as "Suffering Headliners". No one writes when the virus has refined us, Given us gratitude, a loving attitude. The media just want...
To live with HIV is to live with advice on curing it. I remember the first time this happened to me in October of 2001 when I was just released from a hospital in southern Indiana, newly diagnosed with HIV and AIDS.
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.
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...
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...
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...