“Geez, it’s a helluva time to be sober, huh?” I said this jokingly to a friend of mine recently, a fellow addict living with HIV. We both snickered, but we know the truth: there’s no drug or booze that could make any situation, even the hell of what we all are living through in Orange Cheeto’s America, better.
I’m back from Washington DC, where I attended the USCHA. This conference is the largest of its kind in America. Advocates, healthcare professionals, and pharmaceutical industry professionals converged to network and learn from each other.
Have you ever heard of USCHA? It’s an acronym that stands for the United States Conference on HIV and AIDS. It’s the largest conference of its kind in the country.
One of the hardest parts of life with HIV is managing how it affects your self-esteem and sense of worth.
When I woke up in a Little Rock, Ark. hospital in 2003, I didn’t know where I was, or why.
As an HIV advocate I talk about stigma quite a bit. I fault it entirely for the perpetuation of HIV around the world.
