Leo #14 So, how did the therapy go?

So i guess im done with this therapy shit and i'll get back to do my thing, ok? 

Leo #13 In Treatmet...

My shrink keeps on bugging me about going totherapy regardless of all my warnings... Here's what will happen.

Leo #12 Roughed up!

Lube up and think of your happy places...

Leo #11 Catching up

Who doesn't hate those party poopers!?
I for one despite them, but still am able to appreciate their presence and te reason for it... Sigh*

Leo #10 Doomed to survive

Generally i was considering this blog and doodles as a form of therapy since Leo had been that since he came to keep me company in my teen years, but in the process of digesting the events that took place a year ago and the calamity that ended with me betrayed and alone, i realized i do really want to make a man out of Leo and tell his (my) story.
And in such spirit i'm gonna keep a story line sarting with a depressed Leo trapped within his mind.
The gobling rider and it's steed make a somewhat metaphore for Leo's self preservation mechanism.
Roght now i lack the tech necesary to make this flashier, you know, a scanner ad a good computer to work the diotals, but i'll still keep on going.
So, without any more hesitation, here's a crude tenth strip.

Leo #9 Leo's Oscar Mike

A little quickie draw on printer paper with a mechanical pencil.
Very little digital work on it.
Leo's is getting more and more aware of how deeply lost he really is... And so far nothing seems to change except the imminent end of his psyche...

Leo #8 Undetectable...

I remember back in 2008 when i was told the news of my infection i was alone in Canada.

For a year,i wandered alone through fear and confussion until one friend, a soldier, reminded me of my survivor's nature and my will to exist.

That day, a nice 2009 summer day, i realized that instead of being handed a death sentence i got granted the wheel to my own life.

Then in 2010 i started my treatment due to a deecrease in my white cells, but amzingly, my viral load  was that of an undetectable carrier.

I have been undetectable and healthy since then, and i plan on staying that way.

So for three years i lived never thinking in disclosing or comparing perspectives with fellow positive men. I thought it was unnecesary and eventually everyone who's infected would come to the same resolution:

"Fight for your own existance"

But i think i was wrong.

Three years later people i grown fond of has come to face the same lonely situation i was in, and by seeing and feeling the pain and the fear i came to understand the importance of sharing my own experience.

So, for anyone dealing with the virus out there, for my friends living with it, i can only tell you it really does not have to be a reason to feel less or weak. it's scary, but every challenge always is. And if you, we, keep on moving and pushing throught we'll be stronger and better, and we'll live to tell the tale.

Until the cure comes our way and our blood is safe again, we have to take a stand and resist, and live.

December 1st is a day to rememer the fight against hiv and aids, but i think it should be a day to celebrate life and the will to keep it.