Twisted Stalking Bitch

Tonight I realized, again, that my mother is stalking me on Facebook.  It is completely disgusting and creeps me out to know she’s following me around, reading the comments I write even to people she doesn’t know.  How did I find out?  She followed up my comment with one of her own. On top of everything else her spelling and grammar are heinous. I’ve blocked her completely in the past, but I’d rather she’s unaware I even care.  So now I’m going to have to play games. Perhaps I will come out as a lesbian on Facebook, but only make it so my mom can read…

H-IV Negative &/or Still Twisted After All These Years

It came up again today, which doesn’t happen very often. Someone asked me how I could possibly be H-IV negative when I’d had a baby with a man who was H-IV positive. I began to stutter. The fear is never completely gone, it’s always there, at least the memory of it. Such a crazy time it was, pregnant at 25 by a guy with this new disease I’d barely heard of but knew could kill me. A disease I couldn’t talk about because people would run, shun, shy away, freak out, even those in the medical profession. I had to…