The infrastructure of this world assures that Black people are the most vulnerable to poverty, homelessness, and unemployment—all factors contributing to the rise of the HIV epidemic.
When we allow a single narrative, like that HIV automatically makes one undesirable, to shape such state violence, we also allow room for even more anti-Blackness.
The fact that I am HIV positive is a result of anti-Black state sanctioned violence.
Imagine a world where a queer Black boy seroconverts and spends the rest of his days angry that everyone else isn’t as afraid of his body as he is.
What happens to our campaigns to end “poz-phobia” when it is the poz person with the hang-ups?
He thrusts, and there it is, a hail of Triumeq plummeting from the sky. I learned how to apologize on the behalf of an entire immune system. He said, “I thought you were smart, but you must be pretty stupid if you think that would run me away.” He was the first boy to approach me a year and a half after my diagnosis.
He pauses, brushes the sweat from his brow and responds, “You have got to get over this.
No matter how many Black men and non-men I have fucked, sex has never been safe.