Yes, I'm gay. I probably was since the day I was born. On my 21st birthday, I sort of had my debut. I came out to my parents. A little drama from mom, and some indifference from dad. An above-average coming out. Almost perfect.

Nine years later, two weeks before my 30th birthday, I found out... I'M HIV POSITIVE.

And so my story begins... I'm BACK IN THE CLOSET.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Do You Dare?

I dare you to protect yourself.

I dare you to use a condom.

I dare you to save your life.

I dare you to party for charity... Do you dare?


Proceeds from this event will help procure a Viral Load Machine to service the HIV & AIDS patients of the Philippine General Hospital. All you need to do is party the night away.

Do you dare?

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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Hell on Wheels

It was a weekday. A workday. I went through my usual morning routine. This was going to be one of those regular days. I get up. I eat breakfast. I shower. I dress up. I leave for the trip to work. A trike and a jeep to the MRT station. As usual, a wave of people waiting at the door of the train, pushing, pushing, pushing, and eventually I’d get into the train whether I liked it or not. And then my supposedly regular day ended there.

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Sunday, August 23, 2009

Hubbin' & Calves

From the way I shared it, you’d think my last cd4 count was just like any other. But it sort of wasn’t.

Certainly, the big difference was that I was not at liberty to be shy that day. I wasn't going alone.

I was goin' a-hubbin'.

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Sunday, August 16, 2009

CD4 Once More

As someone currently living with HIV, it’s standard that I get my cd4 count measured every six months. I last had it done in February, when I went with O, and so August signaled it was time again to get my cd4 count.

Was I excited? Hardly.

Anxious? Definitely.

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Monday, August 10, 2009

Spilt Milk

Monday rush hour. Braving the rain, armed with my trusty umbrella, I took a jeep to the MRT station. Jam-packed and with the plastic sheets pulled down over the windows, yes, I was kept dry, but I suddenly felt my claustrophobia creeping in. Logically, my eyes went to the rear of the jeep, hoping to at least see some air. But no, someone was hanging off the back of the jeep, blocking that view as well. But against what little light there was, I felt the man’s eyes looking at me. Was he smiling? At me?

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Friday, August 07, 2009

I Hate Cory

Cory-catureI loved that it was a holiday yesterday. I was able to rest, to do some errands around the house, but really, I spent most of the day watching the funeral of former Philippine president Cory Aquino. But after it all, I was left with just one conclusion...

I hate Cory.

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