My friends get worried when I go down for the count like this. But I just got labs done, and all my numbers are great. T-cells are steady in the high 500's, VL is detectable but under 48 copies. It's just a bug. The real tragedy here is that I missed going to Roanoke for Gwenn and I's annual Miss Virginia trip. We've been there every year since 1999, when I made it there to see Gwenn compete despite really being sick with close to 100 t-cells. This year a contestant, Chinah Helmandollar, is doing the comedic monologue similar to the one Gwenn did when she competed in 1999. Gwenn is now officially a pageant legend!
But wait, that's not to say I haven't carved out my own niche in the last decade. I hosted a pageant last fall, and judged a pageant where two girls were crowned. If either of them win tonight, I plan on collecting royalties. At the very least, I'll solicit a discreet donation to Decker's Daily Coffee. Aside from those contributions to pageantdom, my real mark has been my uncanny ability to predict the top finishers...Every year, I make a poster that I unveil before preliminary competitions in Roanoke. Since I wasn't able to be there this week, I emailed it to our pageant buddies. And now, for the first time, unless I've already done this and forgot, I am unveiling my prediction here!
(The reference on the poster to last year's "misstep" is that neither of my two picks in 2008 made the Top 5. Probably the most embarrassing moment of my life.)
But this weekend is all about returning to my rightful glory. Not only are these two ladies going to finish at the top, my 2008 Person of the Year, Mike the Miz, has been getting a lot of heat in the WWE. Tomorrow he is wrestling the company's biggest star, John Cena, at the Bash, a pay-per-view I am not getting because I am so confidant in a dominant Miz victory.
Nothing will help me get over this cough like a little redemption- er, redempshawn. So go get 'em, tigers. You, too, can watch the Miss Virginia pageant, live and streaming at 9 PM EST. (The ladies pictured on the poster, by the way, are Caressa Cameron and Caitlin Uze, respectively.) As the Miz would say, tune in, because it's going to be AWESOME.
Positively Yours,
Shawn
See my band play in Charlottesville on July 11!
Today was National HIV Testing Day. Know your status and, positoid or negatoid, be healthy!




I've always been a consumer of pop culture. This is, by far, the biggest loss of a pop star in my lifetime. The only reason why I'm not counting John Lennon is because I was only 5 when he was murdered. In terms of Jackson's art, I wasn't a fan of much of anything that wasn't on Thriller, Jacko's shining moment. In my eyes, however, one other moment shines much brighter than that album: his stand on compassion for those with AIDS. 
"It is unbearable to think with the number of young people testing HIV positive in the United States that Teen Vogue would refuse to run a condom ad. Guess ignorance of HIV and AIDS in the United States is now in vogue in print as well as in media?" - 
Q: so Rachael- you have a great product that has encourages healthy decision-making... Tell me what went down with Teen Vogue?
I think someone with the Pozarazzi took it. Why would Poz magazine try to bring down Decker's Daily? I don't know. Never mind that I'm the only one with the password to upload pictures... or that coffee sponsorships have dried up, and the timing of this blog, cough and sex scandal are coinciding like a perfect storm to make you the reader vulnerable to sponsoring me for a comeback cup of coffee.
If you're on Facebook, the Event page is
My dad is a pretty humble guy. What's funny about inheriting his sporting abilities is that I also inherited my mom's competitive nature. It really makes me kind of a supernova of sorts, not content with just an 8-ball team championship or a putt putt title. I blogged about representing everyone living with HIV when I compete but, in my own way, I also honor my parents every time I crush an adversary.

Receiving the mug should have been a good thing, but lately my competitive spirit has started to take over my life. There's no official name for what I'm feeling, so I'm going to call it ACADS: Acute Competitive Anger Disorder Syndrome. There's no need for the "Syndrome" at the end, it just sounds better with the "S".
This funny little tale brings me to a much bigger issue... since Magic Johnson returned to the NBA for a season after testing positive to prove that he still had it (speaking of having "game", not "HIV"), the positoid community has had a massive void in the Incredible Athlete division. A void I plan on filling in the sport of putt putt.
All summer I'll be competing on behalf of people with HIV. And when I've conquered putt putt, I'll move to another sport, maybe bocce ball. The good thing about putt putt is that it will keep me in shape, so when there is a cure for hemophilia I can seamlessly transition into boxing and make history there, too.
At a recent
Boehner, like many Republicans, has a soft spot the size of the national debt for Reagan. But for people with AIDS, Reagan is not a symbol of a better time. He's the chief enabler of an act of domestic terrorism. Harsh? Reality can be. Can you imagine 40,000 people dying today and the president saying nothing? (I'm including W. in this hypothetical, too.) Ten Americans get the sniffles today, and Obama would be on CNN with a box of tissues and a tear in his eye.
But then, when Reagan finally spoke, his words were dickish. You can 

