Oh my goodness, I can't believe I haven't written anything since July of this year! Where has my head been at?
Activists and advocates should always be on the ball! Out there on the front lines, moving the cause forward and ever "in your face."
I saw this picture posted by UNAIDS. If you click on the picture, it will open up, and you can read in the balloons some good things and some not so good issues, we, who are living with HIV, face. By no means are the issues listed complete, and while we may identify and possibly share many of the same issues, we also deal with with many different issues.
It was hard coming up with something to talk with you about. I didn't want to be up here talking just to hear myself talk, but I wanted it to be something memorable, something different, something so important that it would stay with you for at least awhile, if not until the end of your days.
Please, don't take this personal. When folks talk about faith and HIV, I can only go from my experience and the experiences I have gathered on my journey and the journey of those blessed men and women who have shared their faith experience with me.
How many of you remember being told that you had tested positive for the antibodies which cause HIV? I remember it like it was yesterday! The results were shocking, nothing would EVER be the same! I was filled with dread, I was filled with shame, and I was filled with fear. Took me a few years to get comfortable in my skin.
Well, beloved Black History Month has taken on a deeper meaning for me this year. I have learned of some noteworthy, and yet unknown Black folk in my family tree,Which I began tending back in 2006 but its growth was stunted because I could not get past my great grandma Alice on my mother's side of the family.
This post is for World AIDS Day 2013. It is in honor of those who call me, or make appointments with me to finally disclose your status, for those who read my blog posts on TheBody.com, and reach out to me. It is a post for all who are contemplating coming out from wherever you are. You are loved and supported!
I am well known to walk around my community on Germantown Avenue in Philadelphia in my HIV shirt. I have worn my shirt at a conference in Orlando (pretty much insulated with church folk). I wear my HIV shirt in supermarkets.
I can't begin to tell you how LIBERATING and FREEING that was! I began smoking at age 15...and have smoked for 43 years. I did have one successful year in seminary when I stopped smoking, but picked up again, after a relationship went sour. Contrary to what folks may believe, I don't know that most smokers actually LOVE it. It's an addiction. Nicotine is harder to kick than alcohol and most drugs!
This is in response to a few articles that seem to be making the rounds about certain "pastors/faith leaders" telling folks to stop taking their medication. And that "God" will heal them.