Y’know, in January it will be 19 years since I got HIV. I did not have any inkling, back then, that I’d still be alive now, much less accepted by a man as a partner, healthier than I was then, happier with myself naked than I was then, and more confident than I was then.
It’s World AIDS Day.
Next month I will have lived 20 years with HIV. I’m sometimes a little shocked that I’m still here. I owe my life to many, many people who have offered me information, support, and hope across these past two decades.