While you're thinking: "I've never been with a PwD before," I'm thinking, "I've never been with someone who was REALLY okay with my disability." You: Who takes care of him? Me: Will they help me if I need it? How do I ask?
With more and more serodiscordant couples (that is, couples in which one partner is HIV-positive and the other is HIV-negative) dating and dealing with issues of disclosure to friends and family, you're certainly not the only one experiencing this very delicate predicament.
On their face, social media may seem like just another tool to get to know a person, but in reality, applications like Facebook and Instagram portray a distorted, disjointed and altogether imaginary version of the people we are.
It's crucial not to judge your date before you have a conversation with them and get to know them. Remember you made the decision to meet this person, so leave judgments at home. After all, who knows what the outcome may be.
The sensible part of me would break things off with Mr. Married. My reasons are twofold: I don't want to make myself emotionally available to someone who's not available to me, and I don't want to be a party to a secret with this kind of potential for harm.
I am a huge evangelist when it comes to being happy, so it is hard for me to watch close friends and others struggle with the issue of religion and gay dating. When your religious beliefs say that you are sinning simply because of whom you love, it can be a crushing blow to your self-esteem.
Last Saturday I attended Gay Day at D.C.'s National Zoo. One by one, gaggles of gays would pass by one another, sharing glances and stares but never once speaking to the other herd. For an hour this continued, until I'd had enough inaction and decided to do something about it.
We just don't understand why people are great at going to the gym and changing their diets, but when it comes to their love lives, they just sit like a lame duck Congress and wait for something to happen. Why are so many of you unwilling to make the first move?
I write as a public service to the American men who may need a few words of advice should they happen upon a dapper member of my glorious nation. I write from experience, as I personally have fallen victim to the mistakes of many American men, and the horrors have haunted me since.