First thing in the morning, sometimes before we even open our eyes, we are consumed with a dozen responsibilities. I know my daily "to-do list" is as long as my weekly grocery list. Of course, that's not very short when you're shopping for the whole family. But, maybe your day starts a little different. Maybe your day starts out simple and gets a bit hectic just after you clock in at work. Here comes that neck cramp then, that tooth ache. You wonder just how much extra your manager will load on you today, while awaiting a call from your sister about any complication with her pregnancy, or hearing about the health of your parents. As these thoughts rumble through your brain, your body gets prepared for the fight. The nerves in your brain signal an alarm letting the rest of your body know that the war is right ahead. Your hormones ignite your heart while you immune system preps the front line to fight pathogens. Your muscles pull in more oxygen while your senses flare on high alert -- and it's not even lunch time.
With Mary perfuming the air, Lyn, myself and her man Ty were enjoying the atmosphere of my villa with a soundtrack playing in the background. We began interpreting my art when Corey buzzes my apartment. He enters the festivities and is face to face with Lyn and finally present in the flesh. Corey takes the grocery bag in his hand and places it on my countertop.
So, for a few weeks I've been enjoying the company of a wonderful soul who in such a short time has changed my life in more ways than one. His name is Corey. I met him at a random trip to Starbucks on 7th and Peachtree Midtown.
Oakland, Calif. -- Today, during Domestic Violence Awareness Month, we congratulate the White House Office of National AIDS Policy on today's release of Updates on Efforts to Address the Intersections of HIV/AIDS, Violence against Women and Girls, and Gender-Related Health Disparities.
"Never let anyone have power over your worth ... never let anyone control your voice."
Wow, I've lost count of the days. Somewhere around 45-50 I realized that, gee, I had been hospitalized for a long time. I didn't even know hospitals kept you that long anymore; then just about that time that my reality became clear, I got transferred to another hospital which focused on rehab and short-term IV care. Then finally -- and I mean finally -- I went home. October is about to begin. When I entered the hospitals we were in August.
My name is Aaron M. Laxton. I am an award-winning International HIV/AIDS activist. I am a social worker, a writer. What I want you to know, however, is that I am also a survivor of intimate partner violence (IPV). Intimate partner violence can happen to anyone regardless of age, race, sex, gender or orientation.
Before you get the wrong idea, this is not a call for the abandonment of rubbers in favour of uninhibited sex. It's an attempt to place condoms in the context of a world where sexually transmitted infections (STIs) are out to get us at every turn.
The plot has never been quite this complicated. At one time, prevention messaging was simpler and, short of abstinence, centered on using condoms. It was that simple. But things became more complicated when the ability of antiretroviral therapy to substantially reduce the risk of transmission became evident. Not only did people have more choices, but these choices became more -- well, complicated. Frequently they involved knowing more about risk than ever before, more about the science of transmission and more about the comparative effectiveness of various prevention alternatives. Throw in controversy, mixed messages, a little bit of moralizing and proselytizing and HIV prevention choices became a bit of a minefield to navigate for the average Joe or Jill.
The beginning of the rest of your life happens all the time. Breakups lead to new relationships after a period of self growth, and usually some very much needed ME time.
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