Recently, in the struggle of moving from who I was to who I am becoming, the Universe took notice and became the world's biggest asshole Fitness Boot Camp coach who wanted to see just how serious I am about getting rid of my dad bod and firming up my core.

A Rhapsody In Blue.

"Okay, I've got one Tyler!" He was busy flirting with Bruce the Bartender. Bruce is female, gorgeous pixie cut, curvy blue eyes that compliment the curved, clover leaf intersections of her body, mapped by a topography of tattoos. It's also important to know that Tyler's straight, and I'm not. Tyler raised his eyebrows with"Yes?" He'd …

Let It Go.

Letting go is not for sissies. If anyone needs a push, or a swift kick in the rump, it's me. Even then, I still won't let go right away. I've held onto grudges like trapezes and withheld forgiveness more times in my life than I care to count, so it's no wonder I'm not very good at it.

Well, How Did I Get Here?

Often, the first question I’m asked when I disclose that I’m HIV positive is “Do you know who infected you?” or “How did you get it?” Every HIV positive person I've chatted with has a story of how they got here; it is a crucial part of our journey and identity.