The Body: The Complete HIV/AIDS Resource Follow Us Follow Us on Facebook Follow Us on Twitter Download Our App 
Professionals >> Visit The Body PROThe Body en Espanol
HIV/AIDS Blog Central

Fraud, Forgiveness, and F***ery

By Brandon Lacy Campos

March 24, 2011

It's been a while since I wrote anything for my poz family and for the folks at This evening, as I was waiting for the pizza from Two Boots to arrive, I decided to check out the information on StatCounter about my main blog,, and I came across a link to a site called Nurse Tips. Nurse Tips has listed "Queer, Poz, and Colored: The Essentials," as one of their top 50 blogs about HIV/AIDS.

When I saw this, I was immediately overwhelmed by conflicting feelings.

The most immediate feeling was feeling honored to be listed amongst some fairly amazing blogs by some folks that have been doing this work for a very long time. The other feeling was one that I have experienced quite often lately, and that is one of feeling a bit like a fraud. Let me explain.

While I have come leaps and bounds in terms of my comfortability concerning talking about living with HIV/AIDS, it is still a struggle from time to time. In comparison to the rest of my life, where I am out about everything from my queerness to being a survivor of child abuse to being a hot mess from time to time, the way I speak about being positive remains timid in comparison. One of the survival strategies of growing up with intense physical abuse is a fluidity (read: lack) of boundaries, which is one of the reasons that I am able to write as openly about some of my experiences as I can (it is both a gift and a curse). How that translates is that I am often given much more credit for the ways in which I interact with my serostatus than I deserve.

In fact, since beginning to write for last summer, I have received emails and Facebook messages from folks all over the world thanking me for the things I have written here. Each person's message has been heartfelt, supportive, and caring, and each time I have read the note, I have thought to myself that the person writing is much more brave than I am. When I was first diagnosed, I ran away from the diagnosis in almost every way. As a former HIV educator, I knew what I needed to know in terms of the biomechanics of HIV. I went to my doctor, and I watched my numbers. But I did none of the work that these amazing individuals are doing: the work of finding a way to live with HIV. I didn't read blogs, I didn't seek out other poz people to find support and community, I didn't face the fears, pain, and worries, and I sure as hell didn't talk openly about it to anyone for the first three years.

As I have written before, I developed an addiction to crystal meth as a way to deal with not dealing, and it is an addiction with which I continue to struggle. Add to that living with a diagnosis of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and the overachieving mixed with perfectionism with a dash of self-sabotage thrown into the mix, perhaps you can understand why it is hard for me to take in praise while finding it quite easy to play old easy tapes that reinforce an image of self that, in general, I fight hard to put to rest.

In addiction, I recently had a string of relapses. Though my relapses now are accompanied with an open honesty about my HIV status, I have found it hard to forgive myself and to own my humanness that could lead to a relapse (it's progress not perfection), and, so, to receive recognition and praise while repeating old patterns creates an internal conflict that is sometimes paralyzing. Hence the lack of writing for, and my blog here.

In reality, while my relapse was intense, it was short lived, and I am in a good place right now. In January, I finished the first draft of my novel, which will be out this summer. This week, I fly to Minneapolis to keynote a conference for queer high school youth, and, while I am currently unemployed, I have a roof over my head, food to eat, clothes on my back, and a tremendous community of friends and family that have given me love, energy, and peace as I shake off this blip in my life and continue moving forward.

I don't really have anything to complain about.

We all live at crossroads of contradictions. My life has been lived in a pop culture, Cold War, post-Cold War, Republican Revolution, Obama Hope, Obama disappointment, post-Civil Rights, New Civil Rights, Human Rights, the Hell if I know what's right era that is portrayed as severely black and white all the while expanding the gray area to meet the needs of whatever power that happens to be. The truth is that all of that conflict and the ways in which it triggers my own internal issues is the tragically beautiful experience that is life. The fact that I remain here to pour out these conflicting feelings to you means that I have done the work of surviving, which is a key element (though not the only ingredient) to living and for that feat alone, I am going to give myself a pat on the back.

For having a chance to live with dignity and forgiveness, I am going to give a standing ovation to all of you, near and far, that have taken a moment to write a note, share a thought, emote an experience, and share the love. It's all ya'll that help me see the inherent virtue and the purpose that lives at the exact intersection of our contradictions.

Send Brandon an e-mail.

Get e-mail notifications every time Brandon's blog is updated.

See Also
More Personal Stories of Gay Men With HIV

Reader Comments:

Comment by: Brandon Lacy Campos (NYC, NY) Tue., Apr. 19, 2011 at 7:20 pm UTC
Thank you all for reading, to you Alif for the good energy, and to you Gail for the very sweet note. Love to you all.
Reply to this comment

Comment by: Gail (Louisville, KY ) Mon., Apr. 18, 2011 at 9:09 am UTC
Your blogs always give me hope. It is actually quite remarkable that I jumped on the Body this morning to copy the link to send to a friend and I saw your beautiful picture on the front page and of course immediately clicked to read what you had to say. I then knew that I not only had to send the main link but share this article.

I want you to know that you sharing your experience not only helps those that are diagnosed but it helps those that love those that are. Thank you!
Reply to this comment

Comment by: Alif Z (Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia) Thu., Apr. 7, 2011 at 11:28 pm UTC
stay strong , Brandon... ;)
Reply to this comment

Comment by: Brandon Lacy Campos (New York, NY) Fri., Mar. 25, 2011 at 7:41 am UTC
Dear Kirk:

Thank you and sending you much love. I am also in a recovery program, and the people in my life are truly astounding.

Reply to this comment

Comment by: Kirk (Dallas, TX) Thu., Mar. 24, 2011 at 7:05 pm UTC
I am one of those who understand the paradox or contradictions of living. I am a sex addict in recovery, HIV+, a preacher, father, former pastor and former husband to my daughters mother. Yeah: contradictions. I have learned and still learning the value of self-disclosure. It is liberating minimally and possibly "miracle" creating at best. Why? It requires, for me, humility and surrender to a system and/or a Power Greater than myself. I am refocusing on my love for myself. I help so many people and encourage them but there is still "echoes" of shame hidden within. It is waiting to surface and when shame is triggered it promotes a reason to "act-out" in my self-destructive sex/love addiction. So, I solute you again in your honesty and respond to you with more zeal to know that you are a fellow person on the "recovery road". I admonish you to continue to focus on self-love or self-care. I use affirmations and I surround myself with awesome people. I am also in recovery program.
I respect you for sharing some of your "ugly" journey of which many can identify with.
Please know that I look forward to more writing and sharing from you.
Reply to this comment

Add Your Comment:
(Please note: Your name and comment will be public, and may even show up in
Internet search results. Be careful when providing personal information! Before
adding your comment, please read's Comment Policy.)

Your Name:

Your Location:

(ex: San Francisco, CA)

Your Comment:

Characters remaining:
Queer, Poz and Colored: The Essentials

Brandon Lacy Campos

Brandon Lacy Campos

Brandon Lacy Campos is a 32-year-old queer, poz, African-American, Afro-Puerto Rican, Ojibwe and Euro (smorgasbord) poet, playwright, blogger, journalist and novelist (that last one is slowly coming along). In 2009, named him the #2 queer, Latino blogger to watch. In 2006, the Star Tribune named him a young policy wonk for his political shenanigans. His writing and poetry have appeared in numerous anthologies including, most recently, Mariposas, edited by Emanuel Xavier and published by Floricanto Press. This fall, his work will appear in the academic text Queer Twin Cities, published by the University of Minnesota Press. And, one of these days, Summerfolk Press will be publishing his first solo book of poetry: It Ain't Truth If It Doesn't Hurt. Brandon is hard at work on his first novel, Eden Lost, and he lives in New York City with his partner, artist David Berube, and his boss, Mimzy Lacy Berube de Campos (their dog).

It's with heavy hearts that we share that Brandon passed away unexpectedly on Friday, Nov. 9, 2012. He was 35 years old. Read memorials by Brandon's friends and colleagues.

Subscribe to Brandon's Blog:

Subscribe by RSSBy RSS ?

Subscribe by Email

Recent Posts:

View All Posts

A Brief Disclaimer:

The opinions expressed by's bloggers are entirely their own, and do not necessarily reflect the views of itself.