walking down the streets of DC in my daily grind and activities, I always look to myself in the mirror if I am ever at a restaurant or walking down the street and looking at my reflection in the window and I often ask myself, "does hiv look like me?" sometimes..i dont know if i fit the demographics that i read about in the statistics and the reports about non compliance and risky behavior...or who they are actually interviewing our going out into the community to do their "outreach"
....matter of fact, I dont know if the demographics on love and relationships apply to me either...i have been trying to figure that out for longest..or maybe i am just like...kinda jaded because i still cant get over the only person that i believe that i will ever love?...could that be it? lol..i think it may have something to do with that...and what i dont get is why when people ask me why i love him...it's like..well, why do you breathe? to stay alive or because it feels good? then you'll have your answer depending on how you answer that question...soo then that's why i ask myself if HIV looks like me..because even the ads in the cutesy POZ magazines show these men who are all entangled in love on their trips surely doesn't look like me running through the airport or the train station alone traveling on my vacations...or maybe if i turn the page...i will start to resemble some of the people and the things i read about...but if i do turn that...am i able to put a bookmark down so i can return to this point in life...because as much as talk about it...turning the page that is...i can stop reading this line over and over again..and i must admit...it's okay.
Jack & Coke Please