DEC 1st WORLD AIDS DAY

I was diagnosed HIV POSITIVE = sentenced to die .
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Back in 1994, I had already spent many years working in the Adult Entertainment business, as an escort, film star, stripper, boy – toy.

I had just moved into a new sugar mamas penthouse suite down in South Beach Miami FL, after being kicked out of my last sugar daddies house for sleeping with the bank teller while he was in S Africa on business.
That’s a whole different part of my life that, Im not gonna bore you with right now, it gets alot more crazy than anything I need to get into right now .
So Ill keep it simple here on facebook and leave out all the details and try n make a very long story short.
My new Sugar Mamma Pam, owned many labratories in usa, in fact , one of her labs was the first one to have found a drug that would keep Aids patients off their death bed.This was only a treatment , not a cure.
Anyhow, she knew I had been hustling for many years in the streets of LA, New York and Chicago since age 16.
She suggested that I go get an HIV test done.
I knew nothing about about HIV or AIDS other than, that in those days , it was a death sentence.I was too young and stoopid to even worry about it, as I tried to survive a carefree life, roaming city to city, bathhouse to bathouse, movie set to movie set, stage to stage, and more dirty nasty bathroom stall encounters than most even take in a lifetime.
Those days, were days of being on one stage in one city for 10 000 men at a gay pride event, to hustling at the gaiety theater the next, and then only hours later, jacked up on more meth and cocaine and poppers with creepy ol bathhouse trolls or after hours parties …makes me sick to even think about all that now , but , I am who I am today because of all my lifes lessons , and I cant change the past, and as I suggest to most, I look at it all as a gifted learning experience.Life lessons that just aren’t taught in school thats forsure.
I used to be so ashamed and humiliated at what I had got myself into over all those years, especially when I got my test results back from a doctor at the Mt Sinai Hospital in Miami FL.
HIV POSITIVE
I’ll never forget that feeling of , Im going to die, and this is for real.
I asked the doctor to do a re test , their must be a mistake.he said to me, there is no mistake, thats why they take 7 viles of blood , so there are NO MISTAKES.
I can still see the wall of the elevator that day as vivid as if I was in it just yesterday, I didn’t even press the down button, I just leaned my 21 year old head against the door and cried ..and cried,,and cried.
1998, I was sitting in a Super Max Federal Prison, down in Atlanta Georgia, locked up 23 hours a day, when I said to myself, I really need a life style change.I had just got sentanced to 5 years for V.G.S.C.A – 2 felony counts of possession of cocaine.
That was when I started day dreaming of actually turning my life around and doing something my family would be proud of me for one day.Maybe a Policeman, maybe search and Rescue, ohh wait , maybe even a Fireman??
I sat staring at my walls in my cell, day after day after day, as the minutes seemed to stand still, trying to block out the sounds of grown men completely loosing their minds, I’ll tell ya first hand,from experience, solitary confinment will break even the most hardest of badass criminals.
And if the solitary confinement doesnt break you , try surviving as a white boy is a prison that is 80 % black, and 18 % mexican, 2 % white.
Feel free at any point in this story to insert the word Post Traumatic STRESS.
Upon being deported back to Canada, in 2000 , I had made a vow while in Prison to devote my time to helping raise awareness to HIV / AIDS and even day dreamt of one day being able to go to detention centers and try and talk sense too and work with Youth at Risk.
This story upon being released from Prison is about 3 books worth, so i’ll sum this part up like this.
Only 6 months after being released, I found my self on s stage, in front of over 7000 people, volunteering my time to Fashion Cares .
This show was called “Garden of Evil “.
Fashion Cares puts on a annual fundraiser every year since 1987 by Mac cosmetics, and all proceeds are donated to the Elton John Aids Foundation, and ACT – ( Aids Commitee of Toronto )
We rhelped raise over $ 1 million dollars that night.
That night was pretty badass.That feeling of freedom again , and to walk down a stage for so many thousands of people, who were their to support this event, was certainly a better view than my urine, booger, and feces covered cell walls.
I had got to meet so many of the worlds top fashion designers, super models and countless musicians.
I had brought my own videogragher ( Pozi ) as I always do to all my silly lifes adventures, and in this video , I appoligize for the crap quality, but we didnt have digital back then and to transfer the content from mini dv – to computer – to go pro – to you , was not easy, but ..here ya go , December 1st – 2001.
Today is Dec 1st, and it is a date that will forever need awareness brought to .I have lost many many friends due to this deadly virus, and in my book comming out this Feb 12th , you will get the full story of how this virus came back to haunt me in Whistler just 2 years ago.
Thank you for your time you took to read this , and sharing with your friends.
Y anever know who will get this and think , hmmm maybe I should go get tested today, believe me, you may save many lives by doing so .
Respectfully
Oh – ummm to an old Hunny Bee friend of mine out their who may be reading this , I GOT YOU – SSSSSheaven 777 – BOOO

About the author: Terrance

Terrance was the first responder to a fatal accident during an event at the Whistler Sliding Center during the Winter Olympics in 2010. Although he was well trained in a myriad of life saving techniques, he was not prepared to deal with the emotional impact sustained when those techniques were not enough. As a result of the fatality, he developed PTSD that launched him into a very costly downward spiral. During several years of severe depression, anxiety, nightmares, and substance abuse, he lost his family, career, and nearly his life. Pushed to his breaking point, Terrance found salvation within. Escaping to the back-country near Lillooet, BC, he found peace and purpose in mother nature's beauty and simplicity. Many others who have suffered from PTSD have not been so lucky.