If this were simply a diary or journal of my childhood, here's where I'd be profusely apologizing for having been away for so long, and then scrambling to assemble what's been missed into easily-digestible nuggets. With or without sparkly stickers.
I thought about Jared Leto on the Daily Show last December. Discussing the Die-Off of the 1980s, vis-a-vis "Dallas Buyers Club."
Before I begin, I'd like to issue the disclaimer that I don't want ANYONE to think that racism is more acceptable to me than HIV-phobia/ignorance. At my core, my greatest wish is to have all human beings treated with equality/respect as a matter of fact, not favor.
One thing that hit me hard while watching Dallas Buyers' Club: the fact that mainstream 1980s medical science was completely unprepared for the AIDS epidemic, coupled with the societal stigma/homophobia of the era, meant that the afflicted had to resort to their own means to survive. Meaning, outside of standard…
It's amazing how much negativity you can disarm simply by owning said negative thing like it's a positive thing.
or: Fun With DNA!
...Or have my values been colonized by the heteronormative hegemony of a previous generation?
It is the folly of the young to think their own generation was the first to come up with something, but I'd like to argue that 80s kids were the first Americans to receive "meditation training" in grade school.
A few years ago, I did some work volunteering for a project detailing the history of LGBT America. We had some fairly intense training sessions prior to launch, to make sure all volunteers were on the same page, especially where "sensitivity" and "political correctness" were concerned.
I've felt the need to be a bit shrouded since my diagnosis.
No Feeding After Midnight and other New Rules
On Dallas Buyers' Club.
My first week or two after diagnosis was, as stated prior, during "the Polar Vortex." Generally, I hibernate in Winter. Negative-number temps brings this hibernation up to an art form.
Patrick. The first gay guy I ever met in my age range with HIV/AIDS was named Patrick.
I will admit that for more than a dozen years now, I've found HIV utterly fascinating.
I have had many thoughts lately about this recent turn of events, but I learned something yesterday that might change my life going forward:
an HIV blog. How original.
Well, I had to. Anyone in their 30s had their childhood/adolescence saturated by HIV/AIDS. Why? I blame Reagan and his "Khristian Konservative Koalition."