HIV Through the Years
So a while back, I worked on some comics with the National AIDS Trust. They’re based on interviews with people who were diagnosed with HIV through the years, with one case study for the 80s, one for the 90s, one for the 00s and one for the present day.
It’s 30 years to the day since the official discovery of HIV, so it’s a pretty appropriate time for them to finally be released. It feels great to have my work out there helping people.
I would really appreciate if you would follow the link and read the comics, then share them to increase HIV awareness. HIV stigma is a real problem which affects a lot of people, and the only way to deal with that is to spread awareness.
See them here
I recently saw the documentary with Stephen Fry about AIDS. It was shocking to see how misinformed we generally still are and how complacent some people have gotten. All the while the stigma remains.
Excellent to see an awareness message, through the best medium possible.
Just a quick reblog for the evening/night crowd. Really would mean a lot to me if this got some attention so do share if you can.
"It was a wild, tempestuous night, towards the close of November. Holmes and I sat together in silence all the evening, he engaged with a powerful lens deciphering the remains of the original inscription upon a palimpsest, I deep in a recent treatise upon surgery. Outside the wind howled down Baker Street, while the rain beat fiercely against the windows. It was strange there, in the very depths of the town, with ten miles of man’s handiwork on every side of us, to feel the iron grip of Nature, and to be conscious that to the huge elemental forces all London was no more than the molehills that dot the fields. I walked to the window, and looked out on the deserted street. The occasional lamps gleamed on the expanse of muddy road and shining pavement. A single cab was splashing its way from the Oxford Street end."
One of the most beautiful passages Arthur Conan Doyle has ever written.
From “The Golden Pince-Nez”
Hey Theodore Roosevelt, remember that time someone tried to assassinate you, but you just laughed and proceeded to give a 90-minute long speech with the bullet lodged in your lung, where it remained for the rest of your life? Or when you tore up your leg after being thrown into piranha-infested waters while exploring uncharted Brazil? Or all those times you broke your ribs from falling off horses while doing badass jumps? Or when you destroyed the sight in your left eye in a White House boxing match? Or that time you killed a cougar in a knife fight (seriously)? And how the only way death could finally get to you was in your sleep, in the early morning on January 6th in 1919. Here’s to TR as the infinite inspiration for pure, condensed badassery.
Theodore Roosevelt, October 27, 1858 – January 6, 1919
“Death had to take him sleeping, for if Roosevelt had been awake there would have been a fight.”
All of our presidents combined can’t add up to how much of a badass he was.
TR Appreciation Post ‘12
Not to mention he was an attractive mother fucker.
(Source: mollay, via ephemeral-static)