Funky Times

The Funky Truth Shall Set You Free

2011-10-27T01:30:00.000-07:00

Man enough to handle the funky truth?

It's a Jock Thing

2011-10-25T22:22:00.000-07:00

Playing sports means always being around guys who stink, and guys who have Bodies by Sport (as opposed to body by gym membership).

Growing up, my world was populated with two kinds of men: those with Bodies by Sport, and everybody else.

It was a world where a man isn't a man unless he's drenched in sweat from a hard game of basketball, football or baseball.

Is it any wonder I was a jock crazy young jock?

Or am I just dreaming?

2011-10-25T22:17:00.000-07:00

A man fall in love with me, regardless of my HIV status, because I'm such a great, complete, wonderful, loving, intelligent, amazing man, regardless of my HIV status?

I believe it's a love story waiting to happen. Or am I just dreaming?

Don't drop the soap!

2011-10-24T21:22:00.000-07:00

Why are some hetero-identified guys so scared of being naked in the same space as men who admit to being cocksuckers and butt-fuckers? Or butt-fuckees?

Because they're scared they're gonna get raped by the butt-fuckers?

Because they're scared their raging hard-on's will be seized upon by the cocksuckers?

Is there space for all that sexual tension? Does there have to be sexual tension?

Find out why it's all in the head in Gay Guys in the Locker Room, now on my author blog.

I never said I didn't want pussy

2011-10-16T22:23:00.000-07:00

Was I born straight or gay? No.

Now that I'm all grown up, I realize: I'm no longer a homo, just a guy who enjoys the company of men, who wants to bond with a special buddy, emotionally and physically, and who is open to but has yet to experience sex with women.

I never said I didn't want pussy!

So how did I end up calling myself gay? Journey back in time and see how I became homosexual.

Funky and Resolute

2011-10-15T22:12:00.000-07:00

I will find true love with the man of my dreams.

I will find true love with the man of my dreams.

I will find true love with the man of my dreams.

I will find true love with the man of my dreams.

I will find true love with the man of my dreams. I hope.

Aids for Fear of AIDS

2011-10-04T12:00:00.000-07:00

Does a disease-free lab result mean a disease-free mind?

Did you know an HIV-negative person can be intimate with an HIV-positive person and stay HIV-negative?

I don't let HIV/AIDS get in the way of me loving myself; why should you be any different?

See life from my point of view in the funky posts labeled Semper Poz.

And for more, check out my author blog and the posts labeled HIV-P.O.V..

Still Jock Crazy After All These Years

2011-10-03T23:40:00.000-07:00

My ideal man is a man who doesn't feel gay or straight. A man who gets turned on by the idea of us having a three-way with a woman. A man who loves the smell of his jock. And mine!

It wasn't difficult getting hooked on the scent of a man and his jock. For most of my early life, the only kind of men I knew wore sweaty jocks.

Is it any wonder, after all these years, I'm still Jock Crazy?

White and Black

2011-09-29T08:00:00.000-07:00

I'm better off, now that I understand How I Fell in Love with White Men.

The Blown Job

2011-09-28T17:34:00.000-07:00

I had just sat down in front of the tube, plate of juicy burgers in one hand, remote in the other ... when there was a knock on the door.

The solicitor was too gorgeous to simply dismiss. I think it was the eyes, hopeful and radiant. He was a young white man in his early twenties with a body by sports. He lit up when he saw me. I lit up when I saw him light up at the sight of me. ... Click here to read more of the Blown Job.

Vision Guy

2011-09-28T17:30:00.000-07:00

I have visions. What kind? Click here to find out.

Me and Only Me

2011-09-21T09:00:00.000-07:00

Why would I rather be me than anyone else? Find out in Rather Be Me.

If Only in My Mind

2011-09-20T05:30:00.000-07:00

Yep, I like to think of myself as America's Next Top HIV-Positive Model. True dat!

So What If I Got a Big Black Cock

2011-09-19T09:00:00.000-07:00

Why I got to be big Black Mandingo?

Any Buddy Out There?

2011-09-18T10:00:00.000-07:00

Wanted: One man that gives me that special feeling.

Fall in Love with a Funky Black Poz Jock?

2011-09-17T14:56:00.000-07:00

I used to believe: white was better than black, straight was better than gay, negative was better than positive, and everybody else in the world was better than me because I was a black gay man living with HIV/AIDS.

Then, a funny thing happened on the way to my sad, lonely, worth-less life. I woke up from a very bad dream, a dream that said I had to accept anyone else's point of view about black gay men living with HIV/AIDS.

I begat a new dream, a dream where I learned to love myself for all that I am, for where I've been, what I've overcome, what I've made of myself and my life.

In this new dream, I fell in love. With myself. That's right, I fell in love with a funky, black, poz jock. I also realized: if it happened to me, if could happen to the man of my dreams, too. After all, anything is possible.

Anyone in this world can fall in love with a funky, black, poz jock.

Stalled Sexuality

2011-09-09T00:18:00.000-07:00

When US Senator Larry Craig was arrested for trying to have sex in a Minneapolis airport bathroom, the world assumed the distinguished gentleman was lying when he declared, "I'm not gay!"

I believe him.

The world is full of men who neither call themselves gay, nor view themselves as gay but still have sex with men.

Gay is a cultural term to describe a certain cultural behavior, as in, I'm gay, which means I freely admit to seeking out members of the same sex for love, sex and companionship.

What about men who never admit to anything? What about men who seek out sex with other men only when necessary or convenient, or occasionally?

Is a hetero-identified man who's married to a woman but enjoys the gay baths on Sundays a gay man? Should the frat boys who fuck around with other frat boys until they graduate to marriage and kids be considered homos?

The answer is no, which is why the Centers for Disease Control created a new category of behavior in their quest to track sexually transmitted diseases: men who have sex with men, or MSM.

Turns out, a man who sucks dick part time doesn't answer yes to the question, are you gay. Go figure.

So you see, America, former Senator Larry Craig is not gay. He's just another man trying to get his nut with another man, like so many men before and since.

A Queer? Who Me?

2011-09-07T23:28:00.000-07:00

I couldn't possibly be gay. Could I?

Why This Blog?

2011-08-17T08:00:00.000-07:00

Why this funky little blog? Because another generation of young men are ashamed of their HIV-positive status and they need to know: you can still be healthy, happy, sexy, proud and poz.

Because nowhere else in the media is someone like me portrayed as happy, healthy, sexy, proud and poz.

Because when I'm much, much, much older, fate willing, I can look back at my funky little blog and see how I was once a happy, horny, male sexual dawg.

American Beauty

2011-08-16T08:26:00.000-07:00

Who's the most beautiful man I've ever loved? Behold him here.

All-American Bull

2011-08-15T08:05:00.000-07:00

Why does all-American mean white? Are the rest of us half-American? I say fuck the sparkplug people.

Owning It

2011-08-14T09:00:00.000-07:00

I used to get so upset when someone called me faggot or nigger. That was before I trained my brain not to care about what others call me.

Faggot and nigger are powerless and without inherent meaning. They're just words, utterances by apes who've learned how to talk.

I'm a cocksucker, a fag, a faggot and a nigger, and none of those words has any power over me or my life. I'm proud of who I am: an educated man with a great mind and the ability to create magnificent dreams.

Who cares what people call me? Not this cock-sucking nigger faggot.

Needy Nig

2011-08-13T15:31:00.000-07:00

I need a man who .... click here to find out what kind of man I need.

You lick me, you really, really lick me ...

2011-08-07T22:09:00.000-07:00

I love my HIV-positive tongue! My tongue gives me so much pleasure and joy, allowing me to taste and savor so many wonderful flavors.

My tongue is one of my favorite appendages.

Someday, I hope to have a buddy who says my tongue is one of his favorite appendages, so much so that he says it's the world's greatest tongue.

Funky Hopes

2011-07-23T00:00:00.000-07:00

I hope others learn the importance of having hope, as I have learned to hope for better things.