Articles tagged with: Christmas

¡Feliz Navidad!

published: December, 07, 2017 Written by // Félix Garmendía Categories // Aging, Social Media, Gay Men, International , Spirituality, Living with HIV, Opinion Pieces, Félix Garmendía

From New York, Félix Garmendía: "Every sundown is counted, every smile is felt deeply and appreciated, every new day is a gift full of life..."

¡Feliz Navidad!

As a secular humanist, I have no particular spiritual connection to Christmas, but I do enjoy very much the atmosphere that surrounds the whole phenomenon of Christmas every year (“don we now our GAY apparel….”). In my neighborhood, Washington Heights in upper Manhattan, the main commercial street gets decorated with beautiful lights everywhere. It’s a playground of traditional consumerism and yet also a festive and exciting time for many, many people -- even jaded New Yorkers. I re

The secret in Johnny's eyes

published: January, 06, 2017 Written by // Félix Garmendía Categories // Social Media, Gay Men, International , Living with HIV, Opinion Pieces, Félix Garmendía

As New York poz guy Félix Garmendía relates, sometimes a chance meeting can put us back in touch with what's best and most important about others and ourselves.

The secret in Johnny's eyes

I enjoy the holiday season but as a secular humanist (i.e. pagan, lol), I don’t attribute any spiritual weight to the season. Yes, I watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” every year and I also enjoy eating potato latkes with sour cream and applesauce on New Year’s Day. I do admit however that I haven’t quite figured out Kwanzaa yet. Even though I’m not particularly spiritual when it comes to this season, I’m all for the “tidings of comfort and joy” part of the season. A few days b

My year end reflection: Just leave, 2016, enough!

published: December, 21, 2016 Written by // Wayne Bristow - Positive Life Categories // Aging, Social Media, Gay Men, Health, Treatment, Living with HIV, Opinion Pieces, Wayne Bristow

Wayne Bristow reflects on a difficult medication change, on how hard it can be to forgive people and the necessity and virtue of self care.

My year end reflection: Just leave, 2016, enough!

I see many people on social media talking about 2016 being the worst of years for them. There were times I praised it because there were many good things that happened for me. But the last month or so I’ve been confronted with some not so good things that have surfaced to the top of the attention pile. My pros and cons list has equaled itself out. In my last posting I spoke of my upcoming doctor’s appointment and how I wasn’t going to overthink things or see things that weren’t really

The Holiday Horror Show – The Long Haul

published: December, 14, 2016 Written by // Dennis Battler Categories // Social Media, Gay Men, Pets, Spirituality, Dennis Battler, Living with HIV, Opinion Pieces

As his first post for PositiveLite.com, Dennis Battler recounts tales of Christmas past and the difficulty of coming out poz to family at such a time.

The Holiday Horror Show – The Long Haul

As a kid wandering the Plaza – we’re talking pre-mall years – I’d run into Santa handing out candy canes to other children – "other" being the operative word. Being the son of the Candy Shop Maven did not, in my world, preclude me from being given a candy cane by Santa. Plaza-Santa apparently did. Sensitive, bright and abundantly precocious, I experienced this prejudiced exclusion as a direct personal attack. Being denied a candy cane, excluded from the world of myth and legend, by S

Christmas-time: The biggest gift of all

published: December, 28, 2015 Written by // Joshua Middleton Categories // Living with HIV, Opinion Pieces, Joshua Middleton

Our straight contributor Joshua Middleton says it’s the gift of life. But “as someone living with HIV there would be nothing more than I would like to wake up to one morning and see a box with “Cure” written on it"

Christmas-time: The biggest gift of all

Christmas has been one of the most favorite holidays of the year ever since I was a child. As a Born Again Christian it is an important day for me as it marks the day of my Savior's birth, Jesus Christ. Not only that but it reminds me of my childhood and a joyous time of year to be surrounded by the family that I love, my support system. The Christmas trees, neighborhood lights, and carols of old ring through the season as we are reminded about the importance of giving to others. As I would s

Cathedral of hope

published: December, 21, 2015 Written by // Félix Garmendía Categories // Current Affairs, Spirituality, Lifestyle, Living with HIV, Opinion Pieces, Félix Garmendía

Felix Garmendia asks "So, what’s a gay/humanist/atheist supposed to do at Christmas time? Every year I celebrate life. I celebrate intensely the miracle of being alive"

Cathedral of hope

Here come the HOLIDAYS - just like every year, loaded with splendour and the subtle yet ever present nostalgia of my distant origins on an island in the Caribbean. Most of my family still lives in Puerto Rico so Christmas always prompts feelings of wistfulness for the people, places and things of days gone by. My concept of this holiday has morphed from the absolute AWESOMNESS of giant aluminum Christmas tree with rotating multicolored lights (that I, as a child, just assumed had SOMETHING to

Hospitalized for the holidays

published: December, 17, 2015 Categories // Gay Men, Health, Lifestyle, Living with HIV, Population Specific

David Phillips says “When holidays like Christmas come around, there are few worse places and ways to spend them than in a hospital as a patient”

Hospitalized for the holidays

When holidays like Christmas come around, there are few worse places and ways to spend them than in a hospital as a patient. Decorations, special menus, friendly visits, and smuggled cookies can brighten the day. However, there’s no escaping that one isn’t home or at the home of loved ones, and one can become more painfully aware of one’s health and physical challenges.  This reality first come to my awareness at age 16 before U.S. Thanksgiving. A few days after emerging from a coma, I

The gift of understanding - and five others

published: December, 11, 2015 Written by // Guest Authors - Revolving Door Categories // Revolving Door, Guest Authors, Opinion Pieces

Guesting Joe Lethbridge from Cambridge Ontario looks in from the outside on HIV stigma and leaves us all with five gifts for Christmas

The gift of understanding  - and five others

1990! Almost half of my lifetime ago, I first heard the term "HIV-positive" attributed to someone I personally know and have deep respect and love for. My brother, less than two years older than myself. I immediately read everything I could find out about it. Within weeks of knowing my brother's status, I was volunteering with the local HIV/AIDS organization in my area, ACCKWA. Twenty-five years ago, HIV was looked upon as a death sentence. Watching Philadelphia with Tom Hanks and Denzel Wa

Christmas stuff

published: January, 05, 2015 Written by // Wayne Bristow - Positive Life Categories // Lifestyle, Living with HIV, Wayne Bristow

Wayne Bristow reflects on Christmas gift giving, receiving and just accumulating stuff.

Christmas stuff

“I think as you grow older your Christmas list gets shorter, because the things you want can’t be bought.” I came across this quote several times on social media during the last few weeks leading up to Christmas. I was not alone in my thinking; it seemed to me someone was on the same wavelength as I was. I look around me and I see so many things I have acquired over the years and I think "one day I may not wake up and someone is going to have to dispose of it all". Sure, someone may

Hurting mom on my first Gay Christmas

published: December, 24, 2012 Written by // Mark S. King - My Fabulous Disease Categories // Mark S. King

Mark S. King on young love, two watches, a loving mother and choosing between a boyfriend and family at Christmas.

Hurting mom on my first Gay Christmas

This post also appears on Mark’s own blog My Fabulous Disease here.   There is so much distance in my mother’s eyes that I fear she may never come close to me again. Circling her stare are wrinkles of pain, betrayal even, and in her hand she holds the watch. It was December of my senior year of high school, and things had calmed down considerably after my having burst forth from the closet that Fall, wearing go-go boots to school dances and openly flaunting my twenty-something boyfrien

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