Somewhere in the world, life is contingent upon performing a service to provide for the family, somewhere there are places where rules are bent, persons are bent over and forced to their knees, for a roof over their heads and their daily bread.
Trying to get up and get moving. Doctor visit in Center City, and wouldn't you know it ... it's a sh*tty morning! Figuratively and LITERALLY.
I jumped out of bed this morning, remembering what day it was! It is "National Women and Girls HIV/AIDS Awareness Day"! I had just the right shoe for it! The red pumps I wore for my 60th birthday celebration a few weeks ago!
How ironic that my last post in November has the slogan from the organization (Red) (one) had a little slogan that said: "The beginning of the End of AIDS starts with YOU" ... and I went on to talk about how I was gonna take a break and yadda, yadda, yadda. And how I needed to get real selfish and take a break from all the activism stuff! How ironic! ROFL!
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.