Nooo.” And he said, “Your test came back positive.” Wheeeew. I was like, “What?” He sat down, and I was like, “No. So I went in, got the pimple drained and got tested, and then the doctor came back and looked at me. One day I was like, “I’ve got to get this taken care of,” so I went to the Callen-Lorde clinic and the queen at the front desk was like, “You want an HIV test? They only $10.” I said, “Yeah, yeah, it’s time.” I got tested every six months, like you were supposed to. I had a pimple on my butt, and it got larger and larger and harder and harder, and then it started to hurt. HIV-positive, where I come from, growing up in the Pentecostal church with a very religious family, is God’s punishment. The shame of that time compounded with the shame that had already in my life silenced me, and I have lived with that shame in silence for 14 years. And by June, I was diagnosed HIV-positive. ![]() By February, I had been diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. I was on the precipice of obscurity for about a decade or so, but 2007 was the worst of it. ![]() I was the generation that was supposed to know better, and it happened anyway.
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