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.
Falling into place Falling fast speed Falling leaves allowed to breathe. They say time heals all wounds. From my experience hard lines drawn in the sand everything can be overcome with a supportive...
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.
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.