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World AIDS Day is December 1. In past years, I've spent the day with friends, mourning our community, and pandemic the caused the death of elders. The reason we have so few queer role models is because when AIDS hit, the world thought we were getting what we deserved and let members of our community die. Alone. In pain. Afraid they would never be remembered. This year I spent it alone. Because I tested positive for COVID. And the reality of the situation of those men and women hit me in a whole new light. Suddenly I knew the feeling of being young and afraid. Unable to have my partner hold me and comfort me. The fear that grips your heart when you see that bold type positive. Even though you've been as careful as possible. The feeling is all too reminiscent for those of use are in a community where we do not have elders to look up to. Faceless masses lost to neglect from the systems meant to protect them but turned a blind eye.
WARNING: IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN HAPPIEST SEASON AND STILL WANT TO, THIS PIECE HAS SPOILERS I'm going to make my point right out of the gate.
Let's get one thing straight from the get go. I'm not. Everyone has the moment they sparked that "gay awakening" in them whether they know it or not. I know that when I was four, I wanted a Kim Possible backpack and that I that I definitely liked more than the average cartoon chracter. I know that I used to think everyone wanted to kiss their best friends and that I was totally normal. But the moment that solidified I was 100% not straight? Kristen Stewart dressed as Joan Jett in the 2010 movie, The Runaways. In that moment, at 13, alone in my childhood bed room, watching a pirated verson on my laptop, my only thought was "holy shit I'm a lesbian."