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Grass is always greener on the other side…
And by the look of it, that’s where I’m standing. Which side of the fence are you on? For some, the glass is half full. For some, half empty. Others are just happy to have a glass and something to pour...
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I won’t wear a Red Ribbon on World AIDS Day. Maybe tomorrow.
Talking about HIV to people talking about HIV because it’s time people talked about HIV. Where’s the H in WAD ? What now? If you think World AIDS day is the most important day of the year when it comes...
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(Not) coming out of the HIV closet…
Not every BBC News headline is newsworthy. Close the door behind you. Quietly… This week we learnt that Tom Daley is in a relationship with a man. I say « learnt », you know what I mean. On that...
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Is it wrong to not date someone with HIV?
Absolutely… Not. Life in plastic, it’s fantastic. This week, I noticed the above question was used to reach my post on Magnetic dating. I found it fascinating. Firstly, because I thought the notion of...
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Dating irony: more than meets the I.
Hello darkness, my old friend. It needs not be one OR the other Recently, I was dating. Should Pope Francis take credit for it, that’s 1 out of 3 divine interventions sorted for his canonisation....
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What(‘s) the blip?!
We need to talk… Heartaches and Headaches One’s HIV consultant is not too far from a demanding relationship: they suck the life out of you – the vampiric nurses, and can get incredibly pissed off if...
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More hassle than crying toddlers: air travelling with HIV.
Positive travels, or anything but? In these days of terrorism scares, ‘Lost’ flights and Russia doing whatever the hell they want, flying can be quite daunting. Throw in an incurable disease –no, not...
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The least secret secret.
How to survive a plague?… No, not HIV… No wayyyyyy! A few weeks ago I spent the afternoon with friends. It was a bright sunny day in London, the first/last one for a while so, you know, any excuse to...
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And then there was blood. Mine. On his face.
A few posts ago I wrote, confidently: But, practically speaking, even though it sounds like a hell of an evening, when do relationship/sex EVER involve smearing blood? (I’ll happily admit I haven’t...
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Not one of us
“Obviously, I wasn’t expecting it… I’ll have to think about it.” These words were uttered at the time of my latest disclosure. They stuck with me for a few days afterwards. Not the ‘I’ll have to think...
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