tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11717111697634427152024-03-12T21:11:37.217-07:00The World According to Ric HarrisonRichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02209812560178689411noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171711169763442715.post-79944942138195176482017-12-01T07:43:00.003-08:002017-12-01T07:45:09.939-08:00World AIDS Day 2017December 1, 2017, another WORLD AIDS DAY and I am still here. I never thought I would see the 21st century, let alone 17 years into it. Having been diagnosed with HIV in 1988 makes me a long term survivor. I have not only survived this disease but I have survived innumerable deaths of friends to this horrible disease. I've also survived the death of my grandparents and my mother. Maybe Richttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02209812560178689411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171711169763442715.post-10323154881665092572017-10-31T08:59:00.000-07:002017-10-31T08:59:37.061-07:00Monsters
I am a gay man and I let the monsters
in high school run me off. Needless to
say, I don't have a reunion to attend, but through Facebook, I have reconnected
with a few of my old high school friends. The monsters (either real or perceived
to be real) followed me for several years until I couldn't stand it anymore, I
had to do something. I thought suicide was the only option, but thankfully,Richttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02209812560178689411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171711169763442715.post-22023676186554811502017-05-30T07:10:00.000-07:002017-05-30T07:10:09.575-07:00The AIDS Memorial
There is a new (to me) Instagram account called The AIDS Memorial (@theaidsmemorial) and this is my reaction to following them on Instagram.
I can't even explain what reading all of the posts on Instagram has done for me. I've been living with HIV/AIDS now for over 29 years and I had forgotten. I had forgotten what the 80's and 90's were like when I watched so many friends die. I Richttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02209812560178689411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171711169763442715.post-69574206059976452622016-12-01T05:59:00.000-08:002016-12-01T06:19:40.827-08:00World AIDS Day 2016AIDS saved my life.
I was diagnosed with HIV in 1988, I was 26. I was struggling with alcohol & drug addiction and felt I was losing the battle. I didn't worry about HIV/AIDS, it was something happening in New York and California, not Oklahoma. I thought I had nothing to worry about and then BAM, I was told that I was HIV+. The counselor told me I had 10 years, if I was Richttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02209812560178689411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171711169763442715.post-71722797215060063012016-11-29T05:58:00.001-08:002016-11-29T06:06:48.526-08:00MomIt's been almost 14 months since you left us mom. Some days my heart aches so much I don't think I can bear it. It seems like just yesterday you left and sometimes it seems like it's been forever. I didn't think this day would come so soon, I wasn't prepared for what my life would be like without my mom in it each day.
I realized over the Thanksgiving weekend that so often I walked on Richttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02209812560178689411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171711169763442715.post-41544540025661470592016-09-15T09:38:00.000-07:002016-11-29T05:22:10.926-08:00Obsession of More For as long as I can remember I have wanted more, just more of everything. First it was love, toys, and friends and then I wanted more attention and then I wanted more alcohol and then I wanted more drugs and then I wanted more sex and then I wanted more sobriety and then I wanted more money, a nicer care, a nicer home and then it was just I wanted more, just more, just give me more.
My Richttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02209812560178689411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171711169763442715.post-27443838730585691482016-06-27T13:52:00.003-07:002019-07-21T06:14:28.518-07:00Missing Mom at the DentistI went to the dentist first thing this morning. This is not something I enjoy now that I am in my 50's. I remember as a young person enjoying going to the dentist. It was a day I got to spend time with my mom and no one else, just me and mom! I loved that clean feeling after the nice lady cleaned my teeth. I would run my tongue over my teeth all day afterwards, now I usually leave in tears.Richttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02209812560178689411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171711169763442715.post-64471915995387084472016-06-24T13:03:00.000-07:002016-06-24T13:03:30.051-07:00Orlando 2016Never, never did I imagine that a gay club in the United States would be targeted for a mass shooting. Not just a mass shooting but the largest mass shooting in history, 49 people dead and more than 50 wounded. We will never be the same LGBT community that we were before this mass murder. WE WILL OVERCOME AND WE WILL BE BETTER AND THE U.S.A. WILL BE BETTER.
I no longer go to gay clubs on a Richttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02209812560178689411noreply@blogger.com1