rebrand impending
Can someone with Sniffies Pro host a Cumdump event 6-9pm tonight at my gallery? Thank you
i wish i wasn’t such a fuckin reply dog for these ppl that literally don’t care if i live or die lmao but i can’t help it i want to tell u how hot u are
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The war crimes I get away with by
looking cute and approachable and inoffensive.
A sensory deprivation tank but the water is Kalamata olives.
Thank you!! Trying to grow it out, as futile as the effort may be. But I’m liking it too.
I’ll be in Portland this weekend :)
I’m thankful for curry powder and being gay in that order
go piss girl i mean they
back in the saddle, so to speak 🤠🐮
corporate-forced rebrand. it’s still me.
being stuck at home with covid during your city’s Pride weekend should merit being compensated five thousand dollars i think
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Same.
thanks for having me!!!!!! 🥹🫶 already excited for next time
yes bestie
Oh, it’s certainly not irrelevant lol. It was multiple times, too.
For that (and many other reasons) I’m glad that I’m not dependent on or talking with her anymore. ❤️🩹
So grateful to have had you there every step of the way, my love ❤️
Please, don’t use “clean” or “dirty” in the context of HIV. PLEASE do not fetishize an HIV diagnosis. And, lastly, please love yourself enough to believe in yourself. Have hope. You can do hard things.
Being HIV+ doesn’t strain my life nowadays. Thankfully, all my labs are normal, and I am reverent and grateful for my health. I have a great relationship with my care team. I go to the dentist! I got glasses!! I’m taking care of my body!!!
If Gav from a year ago could see me, they would weep.
I certainly wouldn’t be here without modern medicine. That rings true loudly, less than 2 weeks after World AIDS Day.
I reached undetectable status in a little over a month. I consider myself so lucky to have community, ad well as a caring healthcare team. Both of them kept me alive and hopeful.
I’ve grown a lot since then, and have kept that unconditional love at the forefront of my mind.
I’m independent. I’m surrounded by a loving community that I think of as my family. I’ve worked through the shame, and have reclaimed my autonomy to take my health into my own hands.
My friend told me that I was strong; one of the strongest people that he knew. I was a light in his life that he couldn’t imagine being gone. He admired me— I couldn’t fathom hearing that, right then. He reminded me that I was loved, and deserved love no matter what; even when I make mistakes.
The second time I cried about it was to my friend over FaceTime.
I told him how much of a fuck-up I was, and how I felt like such a failure; that all of my parents’ distrust and doubt in me was justified.
The first time that I cried about it was on the couch, facing my boyfriend.
I confessed that I wanted to turn to my parents— my father, whom I haven’t spoken to in 10 years, and my mother, a medical professional who blocked me from getting on PrEP— and say “Mom, Aba, I’m scared, please help me.”
One year ago today, I was diagnosed HIV+.
I haven’t talked about it publicly before. I’m gonna let myself take up some space here in the name of celebrating life.
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