Yesterday, I came across a very poignant picture. It was a picture, taken at a vigil that took place on Christopher Street, N.Y. within the first five years of the AIDS. epidemic. Those dark years when we were dying by the thousands and nobody seemed to care, much less help us. HIV was a death sentence, no meds, no knowledge, no hope!
I tested positive for the HIV virus on December, 19, 1989 after enduring three years of self imposed celibacy in order to avoid HIV. Little did I know, it was