Welcome to my fundraising page!
I’ve debated whether or not I should post something like this – which is funny – cos I’m WAY TOO QUICK to re-post or share some other BBC news or some dumbass shit that made me laugh. But if most of you, who do know me to a certain degree, know I'm not one to ask for money ALL!!! Despite the fact that Peter has done SO WELL, I however feel ashamed a bit that I haven't raised any money on my page - even though, I had signed up to do this AIDS Run Chicago. I thought just by signing up, running and getting my shirt - my part was done! Not so much, not so much :/
Well, I had lunch with my mother a couple days ago - and as usual, we gossiped about everything. But one thing in particular, came up and this was one of those family secrets that no one likes to talk about and people want to forget or are just afraid to mention – and with them being abroad, we felt distanced and detached. In the late 90s, two of my uncles (one on each side of my family) passed away from AIDS related complications. Both cases – separate, and both identified heterosexuals – were not diagnosed until their deathbeds. One, possibly contracted HIV in the States – the other in South America. Like so many young first generation immigrants to this country, particularly of Latin American descent – they left their countries and young families in pursuit of opportunities that weren’t available there. In pursuit of this dream - like many humans that make mistakes and are imperfect - fell victims to extra-marital affairs, or drug use, or what some would classify as deviant behavior. We do not know how either of my uncles contracted HIV – but prevention, education, and treatment were unknown and unavailable to them. Unfortunately, the family secrets that we’ve brushed off or forgotten about, live with the virus, still – and to this day struggle with treatment and are afraid of further diagnosis. I’m not putting those victims on blast because I know this is sensitive information and a delicate issue to come to terms to – especially in a society where sexism, racial inequality (yes, racial inequality even in Latin America), and the stigma of HIV/AIDS still prevail. But they are suffering and are in dire need of help. And unfortunately, they live in a remote Andean community far, far away. I’m ashamed that I haven’t done enough, have forgotten them, and that I haven’t reached out any sooner. I always remember my uncles who succumbed to the virus, but have left out the victims who are still with us - FIGHTING. It’s not just the gay community – it is also the people who have been disenfranchised and or marginalized by society. Below is a link to my page, and though I am happy that I’m part of a team that has raised so much, I couldn’t bear the thought of doing this run if I didn’t ask for any donations. Whether it be $5, $10, a $20. Anything! This is OUR family personal story (which probably should not be mine to share – and I’m sorry to the victims who may read this and feel betrayed or offended – but 1. It’s in English and 2. I didn’t mention names). This is something that I’ve never shared with anyone at all outside my mother and sister’s circle – so I hope this could encourage you to donate to my page.
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