The Agony and The Ex-tasy (Part 4)

Denial is a bitch that will make you believe anything. 

It started with a weekly fever. Then came the lose of appetite, annoyingly recurring boils that takes forever to heal, frequent cough and colds, and always feeling weak—the kind that strangely makes you hate taking the stairs, long walks, and stops you from going to the gym 'cause you can barely finish any work out routines even for 30 minutes.

Well, it got even worst. I used to work as a Business Solutions Manager and I can't tell you enough how stressful it was. Not to mention the long hours I spent in the office. But I'm never a quitter. And through hard and depressing days for months at a time, the only things that get me going are drugs, liquor and sex.

And, boy! Did getting hook-ups and casual sex from where I used to live couldn't be more easier than scoring one on Flappy Bird—you open up Grindr and gets at least 6 people hitting on you in less than a minute—California Garden Square.

Then shit happened, figuratively and literally.

Are We Sluts? (Part 3)

Some of you may have been waiting for this post, or not! However, I really appreciate that more than six thousand views (and counting), a few comments, couple of lovely emails and a few hate ones (apparently from the same mother fucking email address!)—in just 12 days after I created this blog from searching How to Customize a Blogger Template on Google and tweaked a few html codes and I tell you, it is NOT fun at all.

But really, I'm so touched I almost made it to multiple orgasms! LOL Ü

The Awful Truth (Part 2)

Years ago, I never get sick.
I was hospitalized once, I was in 3rd grade.
That never happened again.

Yet there I was... lying in bed. It was around 9 in the morning (the usual rounds of doctors in MMC) when the bomb landed in my lap.

I was mum. I couldn't answer the question because the first time I was rushed in the hospital - even though I hadn't done any recent HIV tests - I knew there was something wrong, that I felt I had it. I was afraid. Ashamed. Mortified. And it got the better of me.

Hello. My name is Brent and I am HIV positive. (Part 1)

After two years of trying not to entertain the idea of HIV/AIDS-related blogging (since writing is what I actually do for real and the fear that some people may recognize my style and choice of words), I finally gave in and started tweaking a few HTML codes two nights ago. Hence, you're reading my first blog post. Ü

I don't really know how to begin this with... but you know what alcoholics and drug addicts do on Anonymous meetings? That's right. So let me start with... "Hello. My name is Brent and I am HIV positive." Ü