There was my life before and after him, neatly cleaved. Deep in the pit of my stomach I knew what had happened, that I had contracted HIV. Like many others before me I suspect, my life was irrevocably altered by someone who vanished; and in a strange sort of paradox, in his absence, he is forever a part of me every day. His disappearance was a void into which I could put all of the things that had happened in my life to bring me there - both an exit from one life and an entrance to another; until I began the process of becoming whole again, a process I am still very much in today. - artist Christopher shares his story on the Visual AIDS blog
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 21:05:10 +0000
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