28 June 2005
Well as many of you know tis the season of PRIDE. WHOHOOOOOOOO PARTY PARTY PARTY PARTY PARTY. Alright truth be told this was my first pride completly sober. Shocker yes, sad ABSOLUTLY. This was also my first pride as an HIV positive person. As I walked around the park it was nice and affirming to see people walking around with a red ribbon attached to their shirt or skin. Mine is permenantly attached (via tattoo on my right ankle, see picture). No pride would be complete without the Jesus Freaks. You know the ones that march around carrying their signs that condemn us to hell. Usually I just walk by and smile because I know that they are nothing but idiots. However, this year the sign got all over me. Not a supernatural sign...the one that said "AIDS, Judgement or Cure." Having had friends that had HIV/AIDS the sign always bothered me but this...this year it was just too much. My over sensitivity kicked in and I started screaming comebacks. I wasn't the one that was screaming lewd things at him, mine were really just basic questions. I asked if he was here to do Gods work then why was he breaking one of the greatest commandments in the bible. Love thy neighbor as thyself. Also there is that one thing they keep forgetting that just flies over me. Judge not lest ye be judged also. I also pointed out that the highest HIV/AIDS cases were among heterosexuals that just happened to be of the African American persuasion. He informed me the reason for that was because "The Africans ate monkies and then they had queer sex." YEA RIGHT! That's the real reason. So through it all and at the cost of my voice, I made him look really stupid. Because in the end he proved that he knew ABSOLUTLY nothing. I think Jarred and I will visit their church :)
In other news Social Security came through. While they acknowledged the fact that I had HIV, Cancer, and I do have a tendecy to be extremely nervous at times they don't feel that should stop me from working in the same capacity that I did at once. You know a promise from the government means NOTHING. Don't think that I didn't give them a good what for when I got my denial letter. I cussed them out and told them that I was disappointed in their apparent lack of respect by making promises they cannot and did not keep. I am in the process of filing the appeal now. They did not even use all of the medical records that they were supposed to. BIG SHOCKER HUH. I am working very hard to get this done ASAP so that I can get all of these looming medical bills (totaling now about $46,000.00) off of my back. The stress is totally overbearing. I know that everything in the end will work out but until the light is a little brighter at the end of the tunnel then I will continue to worry just a bit.
Jarred and I are doing really well. Coming up on the big 4 in two weeks. Time has really flown by with him. He has continued to be supportive and loving and moreso this last week. I have been a little under the weather (hopefully it's just a cold), and this whole financial mess has really taken it's toll on me. It is really nice to have someone there to help when the going gets tough. I love you honey! :)
Well enough for now. I hope this finds everyone in the blogvironement doing well.
James' words of wisdom "Often times the road to success is under construction and full of dumbasses getting in your way."