A Caveat: I am giving up trying to separate the aspect of sex out of my blog entries. I have been finding it ridiculously hard to extract the sexual details from a blog about being HIV positive and dating. I have stretched my innuendos to the breaking point. So no more! As you will read this entry may have may have taken my blog rating from P-13 to R.
For some reason I have been having a redhead fetish as of late. Maybe it stems from being obsessed with Anne of Green Gables as a kid, I don’t know. A couple of weeks ago I spotted this redheaded boy at the gym. Very cute and very stylish. Maybe I could be his Gilbert Blythe. Continue reading
This month I had the great pleasure of seeing both parts of Angels in America presented by The Signature Theatre Company. Wowza, Tony Kushner is a genius. I have read the plays before and I have seen the HBO miniseries, but nothing compared to seeing this work of art live and breathe on stage. Nothing. Continue reading
I have this problem at the gym, I get so bored between sets. I have taken up playing Words with Friends, but even that drives me crazy because it takes people forever to play a damn word! I swear I do have patience, sometimes.
Today, even though I had six games going on and there were three jaw droppingly hot guys to gawk at, I was bored out of my gourd. A set of cables curls and I started to text my friend David. A set of shoulder presses and we talked about the going to see the Scre4m this week. Another set of cable curls and I told him about making eye contact with one of the aforementioned hotties. Ps. Thank you spring for bringing all the boys back to the gym. Thank you! Continue reading
One thing that helps dull the sting of being single and having countless bad dates is the FB. A Friend with Benefits or in less polite social settings, we call them the F@#& Buddy.
Ideal situations for a FB is different for everybody. Some people only want what the name implies and nothing more. For me, I like a little more intimacy involved. While I might not want them to spend the night, I at least want to know their names. NYC seems to be a mix bag of tricks for me. Don’t get me wrong, I have found a some guys that I have had an amazing time with but only a few of them I would ever call back for a second audition. Continue reading
I have gone on three dates in the past week. Not a one was anything to write home about. A music editor, a magazine editor and an actor. All were attractive and articulate, but unfortunately I was left completely void of that stomach flip. Maybe I am expecting too much. I am starting to realize that I am becoming increasing more like Margaret Dashwood than Elinor:
The more I know of the world, the more am I convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!
I am aware that this story has absolutely nothing to do with dating or being positive, but I just thought you would enjoy it. God knows I did!
When I first moved over from the absolute beginner yoga classes to the I should know what I’m doing yoga classes, I was a complete mess. But that’s ok, I was determined to get better and when I set my mind to something, you cannot stop me. It didn’t hurt that my teacher was easy on the eyes. One might call him dreamy, if they were so inclined to. 6 foot something, Reddish hair, amazing build, and an oddly sexy monotone voice. His name was Ben. Continue reading
This morning I got my blood drawn by a lovely technician at the local Qwest Diagnostic Laboratories. I only went to a Qwest one time before my move to NYC. Shortly thereafter I switched doctors and because of that blessed switch I never had to go someplace else to get my blood drawn. My last doctor’s office in Philadelphia was one stop shopping. It was perfect. Now, every time I have to get blood taken, I remember my first time. Continue reading