All is full of love
“What’s your status?” he quietly asked, and somehow I knew he preferred poz/undetectable guys like myself, someone who knew his status and took care of himself. Turning around, I whispered in his e...
HIV in the Absurdist Oligarchy
“What do you mean you can’t fill my prescription?”
“I’m sorry, Aaron, but your new insurance company won’t let us. I think we’re a competitor of theirs.”
“Are you serious? I’m just trying to...
“Look at all of you with your pretty little assholes: bopping around the city, crapping in random toilets, squandering an unprecedented joy that every human being from now to extinction will eulogi...
Annie get your dung
Foreign rectal bodies. Say it out loud — project your voice, now! Everyone in earshot will be batting away GIF images of husky men weaseling broomsticks and quarter sacks up their bums. Not everyon...
Safe sex: Beyond condoms and Truvada
First, I mix in some status disclosure, taking meds responsibly and staying physically and mentally fit. Then, I typically say something along the lines of, “I don’t like to be punched or spat on w...
We See the Sick, The Uncanny Valley
Part one of three series
Have you ever heard of “The Uncanny Valley”? It’s the theory born of the field of 3D robotics stating that near-perfect human replicas, particularly androids, inspire ...
The poz fetish
In my OKCupid profile, I state (about three paragraphs in):
“On July 1st, 2010, I was diagnosed with HIV. I’m undetectable (which you should look up because it’s awesome). I like being upfront ab...
Cruising and disclosing
When I first hit the streets of Philadelphia eight years ago, cruising was the only way I could sate my crushing 19-year-old libido. I was skilled beyond my years: I had the grace of a lion and the...