So it's been four weeks since I've started taking Prep, and I must say it has not been as smooth as I have thought. I was warned there would be side effects, and after taking two pills, I did experience some strange feelings. At first, I wasn't sure if it was coincidental, hell, I'm still not sure, or if they are indeed side effects, but here are the things I experienced shortly after I started ingesting my daily blue pill.
When talking about anal sex, there's no question about prepping, (unless you're into that sort of thing), but there's a new Prep to consider. This Prep is not exclusively restricted to anal sex. It's not just for homosexuals. It's for everyone; everyone who wants another layer of protection from HIV.
As the historic Democratic National Committee Convention (DNCC) ended in Philadelphia, with the delegates, celebrities, elected officials, and the candidates returning to their daily lives, as the campaign rhetoric of four days died down and began to fade from memory, and as the LGBT community at large reflects on its unprecedented level of visibility during the proceedings, it’s a propitious moment to look beyond the flowery platitudes and high-flown pronouncements of equality and diversity, to examine the real issues facing LGBT people and the Democrats, as they seek to retain the White House. Each session of the DNCC was marked by acknowledgments of the LGBT community and our ongoing struggles to be free of fear, free of injury, and free to be true, equal participants in American life. Political figures from all levels of the party celebrated the accomplishments of the LGBT rights movement, and the dangers we still face, invoking Stonewall and Orlando, polemically decrying the massacre, even as they promised a brighter future ahead. As Hillary Clinton enters the fight of her public life against Republican nominee Donald Trump, how does she, and her party, take us over the figurative rainbow once the election has been won?
In the typical world of urban fiction so often the lead characters’ socio-economic realities are usually bleak, raw, violent, hopeless, and psychologically; even irreparably damaged. Much of that is true in author LT Ville’s literary universe. But Keith, the 18-year-old black high school senior and narrator, is a refreshing enigma in this exceptionally well-written, funny, romantic, heart-breaking and thought-provoking novel.
When I think of the word art, I think of a liberating freedom of expression. When I think of myself as an artist, I think of myself in that exact way. I express myself freely and fearlessly. Although I enjoy creating portraits, as well as having a love for poetry, and interior design, I currently like to identify myself as an erotic artist. I have a desire for creating pieces that are very bold, because although to the general world it might be a “taboo” or “promiscuous”, I find sexuality very natural, I find it one of the most natural things us as humans do, whether people are open about it or not.
Something within me was mesmerized by something within him, and despite all my caution I understood him immensely. Whatever I found in him was special to me, Nirvana at best, and at best was often enough for nothing else to matter after him. We were on the run together on an adventure, and as long as we had each other there existed a fire, a love that would make us invincible against the world. For boys like us, there is not much we long for more than love and acceptance.
Let me be clear. I am doing all of this for myself. This has nothing to do with anyone else. My own soul speaks to me at night, keeping me up, telling me what it is called to do. Telling me how to set a legion of hearts on fire, whispering to me the ingredients of love and honor. All of this is for me, so that I can live, because if I don’t reverence my soul's utterance, I will surely die in the land of the sleep walkers.