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Apr03

Be yourslef :-)

Wednesday, 03 April 2013 Written by // Daniel Uy - Urban Yogi Categories // Yoga, Fitness and Exercise, Lifestyle, Opinion Pieces, Daniel Uy

Daniel Uy on personal authenticity: the more you became OK with yourself, the more you are able to allow others to be themselves too.

Be yourslef :-)

“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.” – Dr. Suess 

When I started teaching several years ago, there were times I would be a nervous wreck. There is a set amount of time and a specific amount of postures we have to get through.  Juggling all of the yoga sequence in a room of over 30 people, with varying levels and degrees of ability, can be daunting.

Every now and then, more often than not, there will be one student who chooses to do something out on their own.  While the entire class is in a wide-legged forward fold, they choose to go into dancer’s pose.  The two aren’t related at all.  What to do? I would become overwhelmed. They are doing something I didn’t suggest or sequence and it set me off, not in anger or in rage, but it’s unexpected.  I don’t know how to deal with it.  And that’s it, isn’t it - this belief that somehow I need to fix it so that they are doing it correctly.  

There’s an old saying about a Buddhist monastery. Some initiates of the monastery would have problems with this incredibly angry man who worked as the groundskeeper. During periods of silence he would be making noise. He would get into fights with some of the monks and play tricks on those he believed broke his rules. He was foul and caused much chaos and confusion with these younger monks. They turned to the head of their order. “Master!  Master!” they would cry, “Something must be done about him! He must leave the monastery immediately.” The master turns to them and smiles and says, “What!? You would have me remove my greatest teacher?” 

When I began to recognize that it wasn’t this person or idea or thing that was disturbing me but the feelings that arose when this person, idea or thing was present, it began to separate the blame from them to me. That something inside me is hurt, angered, and/or threatened in the presence of this external force. If I can learn to become right with it inside of me, then the outside influence will lose its potency on my internal barometer.  It’s about learning to become more unmessable with.

I realized I was afraid. I was afraid that students will see that I didn’t know what I was doing because I could not control everyone in the room. And there is the flaw. When did I ever have control? And when did I think I stopped being human and flawed and prone to mistakes?  The more I became OK with myself, the more I was able to allow my students to be themselves too.  

I may never be the perfect embodiment of spiritual attainment. I will never have a “yoga voice” The idea of raising my chest and opening my heart out to the universe makes me want to gag a little inside, and I don’t gag. I don’t fit the mold of the regular “yoga teacher” and have no intention of ever trying to.  I am the Kung-Fu Panda of Yoga. I’m Po, don’t you know!

Do what is right for you and your ultimate goal, life ambition has the freedom to manifest. Don’t worry if you don’t fit the mold.  By you becoming who you want to be, the mold fits to you. You are the new mold for your future self. Become that. Do that and you will find a greater place of peace, love and joy in your life that you have only ever dreamed of having. 

Being yourself is much more about allowing that stuff to come out.  Sometimes on the quest to be professional and to act a specific way one loses oneself. I want to mention that I am not stressing breaking the rules or laws, or even personal belief systems. If anything it’s much more about freeing one from those things that are required and those that are perceived to be required.  That you can fit the job and role you want regardless if you “look the part” or not.  

I am not exactly the epitome of yoga teacher health or attitude.  I am not skinny.  I have never been to India.  I am definitely not quiet or “zen”.  In many ways, I am quite the opposite.  My yoga and life are balanced and practiced on the principles of Love, Light and Laughter. I have always believed in the heart of yoga and its essence. The ability to transcend the wordy and the physical to a place that is accessible and allows the practitioner a space and place to explore being themsleves in a comfortable setting. So many places in the world, and in life, have set up these cute, little cubbyhole roles on what they want us to be. How they want us to act. It’s almost as if we’re on auto-pilot – just checking into the roles we’ve been assigned.  And maybe some of those are required: the role of parent/child, siblings, employer/employee for instance.

Some of these roles we cannot escape, but there are others.  For example, one student told me once “I’m in my 60s, I shouldn’t do that” She did not say, she couldn’t. The belief is that the idea of the pose/posture in that moment was something that others have deemed inappropriate for her to even attempt to pursue. 

Then there are others students, like dear, sweet Joanne, who at 70-something years old decided to try a headstand for the first time since she was six years old. She succeeded. She believed in her head and heart to go for it. While upside-down, I asked her to squeeze my fist as I placed it between her calves and my hope was that it would make her stronger in the pose.  I’m saying “Squeeze my hand.   Squeeze my hand!” And she replies while still upside down still in the pose “With what!?!” And so all control of the class is gone and laughter takes over us all.  

And that’s just it too. Maybe I can be myself and go for it, aim for me and don’t look back, even if I don’t know what it will take to get me there.  And as for my students, I hope they always know in their heads and in their hearts that they have room enough to be themselves with me too. 

Metta 

Mar28

Viral pursuits

Thursday, 28 March 2013 Written by // Jack Frost Categories // Yoga, Hobbies, Gay Men, Fitness and Exercise, Health, Jack Frost, Travel, Lifestyle, Living with HIV, Population Specific

Jack Frost on dealing with another virus, gay yoga and flying south for health reasons.

Viral pursuits

I was lying in bed sweating, body aching all over. Sharp pains, burning sensations radiating throughout my stomach, I wanted to die. I was making deals with both God and the Devil. Please let it stop, please. I had the Norovirus. 

Yes I am being a bit dramatic, but oh my, it was horrible. I thought the diarrhea I get from having HIV/taking HIV medications was bad but this was insane. I was surprised I didn’t drop dead from instant dehydration.  I live with my best friend and her husband. He had it the weekend before; we thought he had really bad food poisoning, we were wrong. Then my friend got it and I got the lovely virus the next day.

The stomach pains were intense, they were almost as bad as the stomach pains I had when I had appendicitis. The only thing I was thankful about was, the stomach pains with Norovirus weren’t constant, they were off and on. I remember missing food,  and oh how I love food. My daily iced capp, from Tim Hortons. A can of Pepsi dancing across my tongue. I couldn’t even keep water down. The Norovirus is the flu on crack. Evil bastard! 

I finally started feeling better a couple of days ago. I ate five popsicles that day. They were magically delicious! I took my first lick and, oh my word, the flavor! It was amazing! I shoved that popsicle in my mouth and went to town on it. It reminds me of the first time I knew I was gay…. Hehehe. Thankfully I am back to eating normally. I love you, food! 

Before I contracted that evil, sinister Norovirus, I started going to yoga. It’s called Gayish yoga, it’s geared towards the gay community but of course anyone can go. I convinced my friend to go with me. Actually I didn’t convince her, she is always up for anything. I swear I could say I am going to jump off a downtown building with a parachute, wanna join? And she would reply "of course!"

I found the class listed on a local gay sports organizations website. It said it was beginner to intermediate yoga. 

Beginner to intermediate? Bullshit! My friend has been to many yoga classes over the years. We are on our yoga mats, sweat dripping between our faces. I look over to her and her legs and arms are in positions I didn’t know are possible. She looks at me and says, “This is the most intense yoga class I have ever been to!” I collapse and think to myself, thank god, I thought I was just really horrible at this.

Then I look over and I see this gorgeous man. Great body, sexy face and he’s wearing short shorts. I mean SHORT! They were shorter than my boxer briefs. We are in one of the warrior poses, I don’t remember which one, I was trying not to pass out. We turn to the left so I am staring at the back of gorgeous man, and what do I see? I see his left ball. That’s right, his left nut is out and about. The hazards of wearing short shorts, I guess. 

Even though this yoga class kicked my ass, I loved it! It was challenging, very challenging. The instructor is great, he is very engaging and makes the class very fun, even though I felt like I may die at any moment.

My friend and I have been to two of the classes so far. I didn’t go yesterday since I am still getting my energy back from that bastard call the Norovirus. I really wanted to go this week because I would have to go by myself. I am usually chicken shit and won’t do things by myself. I get extremely uncomfortable, awkward and stressed out. I really wanted to challenge myself.  Step outside my box and put myself out there.  This all relates back to my issues with self worth, which I have talked about in previous blog posts. 

I was bullied a lot in school and had a tumultuous child hood. Sexual abuse, alcoholic father, mother who hid at work. Needless to say it had a huge impact on me. I went through a group therapy program last year and it helped immensely but I am a work in progress - but a work in progress moving forward. I am extremely proud of myself. I’ve done a lot of work on myself in the last year and I plan to keep working on myself. For once in my life I finally feel like I’m worth it, I deserve it. I’ve realized that I can do this in small ways, such as taking a yoga class, trying to meet new people. One step at a time. 

Some great news for me, I am going to California at the end of April with my friends. It’s been a long time since I have been on a week long vacation and four years since I last went to California. We are going to spend four nights in Palm Springs, two nights in Laguna Beach and two nights in L.A. I am super duper excited! I can’t wait to be floating in the pool, a tasty drink in hand, soaking up the sun. 

The way I see it the Province should pay for my trip because medically it is necessary. I have extremely low Vitamin D levels, so I could say I have to go to California for the sunshine; there is no other option. If only that was true.  (I will keep on dreaming.) 

Sometimes when I read back on my blog posts, I feel like my thoughts are all over the place. I wonder if people reading them see the same thing.  I begin to question myself.  But then I realize, that’s me, that’s how my brain works. Blogging for me is therapeutic, it allows me to get those thoughts out of my head and sort them out.        

Mar06

I am thin and gorgeous, self-loathing, bulimic, and gay

Wednesday, 06 March 2013 Written by // Josh Kruger Categories // Food, Nutrition and Recipes, Gay Men, Josh Kruger, Fitness and Exercise, Mental Health, Health, Lifestyle, Living with HIV, Opinion Pieces, Population Specific

Fear and (self) loathing in the bid to rid ourselves of fat. Formerly fat person Josh Kruger weighs in

 I am thin and gorgeous, self-loathing, bulimic, and gay

Gay and bisexual men have a higher prevalence than heterosexual men [toward eating disorders],” writes Dr. Kathryn Zerbe, an expert on eating disorders and professor at the Oregon Health and Science University, in the New York Times’ Consults health blog.  Going further, Zerbe explains, “Gay men do appear to have more eating disorders than straight men, [but] these men do not necessarily want to be feminine.  Nor do they seem to have trouble with their masculine role, as they define it.  They do, however, desire to be attractive to potential partners and believe that being a particular weight and shape is appealing.”  Nothing that Zerbe talks about or writes about here is surprising in the least.  Rather, what seems most surprising is that we as gay men tend to play into our own insecurities and suffer thanks to our own peer-enforced obsession with fat. 

Growing up fat was an interesting experience, particularly as a gay boy.  I remember my mother and I going to JCPenney’s husky department, nervously going through the jeans with the wider legs and crotch, and having to suffer the indignity of my mother forcing two fingers into the waistband of my chosen jeans prior to purchase, ensuring that I “had enough room, dear,” and that my particular affinity for potato chips wouldn’t mean more expense on part of my parents for a bigger size in just a couple of weeks.  Moreover, I remember being taunted repeatedly for having a “fat ass,” of crying often by myself as a young man wishing people would like, and of the counterproductive, and obviously clumsy, criticisms of my well-meaning father to “go out and get some fresh air.”  In reality, my father was trying to tell me to make healthier choices to be like the other boys, but, as life would have it, I was not like the other boys in a good many ways.  These ways included throwing a baseball poorly, disliking the outdoors, and, of course, liking to kiss other boys.

At my fattest (right) , I was 317 pounds. Since this photograph was taken, I gradually lost 142 pounds and have maintained my healthier weight in spite of my personal discomfort and anxiety surrounding food.  Because of my lingering anxiety, I still feel the need to say explicitly that I no longer look this way.

At my largest, I was 317 pounds.  Years of drinking beer and eating chicken wings, Chinese food, tacos, quesadillas, Whoppers, and french fries ballooned my already large 42 inch waist to a seam bursting 52 inch waist in 2007.  On a seeming routine basis, I would starve myself, lose weight rapidly, and gain even more back.  Only later did I begin reading more mainstream articles about the defeatist strategy that is fad dieting, but it did not matter even then; starving myself made me feel better about myself.  Frankly, it gave me a sense of control over the fact that I could not control whether or not people liked me, whether or not other gay boys found me attractive, whether or not I could take my clothes off and not be utterly disgusted by the body in the mirror.  My experience, however, is really quite common in the LGBT community, as I learned through speaking with someone I’ll call “Bill.”

“I have struggled with my weight since I was thirty years old,” Bill tells me.  Bill began to gain weight after his twenties and started to notice more mass whenever he looked at himself in the mirror.  “As a gay man, I don’t think it has impacted me per se, but I do want to be a twink-like guy.  I think I look at myself as I was when I was young and very skinny,” he says when I ask him about his motivation to starve himself, binge, and, inevitably, purge and force himself to throw up the food he just ate.

“I think that I just want to be like others that are skinny.  With my bulimia, I have bad tooth enamel, and I’ve started to lose teeth…I feel like I am so fat always and that people don’t like me because I am not attractive to begin with and being fat doesn’t help,” Bill seems to accept as fact, incorrectly, that he is by default unattractive and so being fat just compounds the issue.  In reality, Bill is a perfectly attractive, professional gay man.  In his head, however, he is disgusting.

“The worst part of this is that it’s all in my head.  I have a great sex life.  I have no problem getting guys,” he concedes.  At this point, I hear my own life being echoed back to me.  After all, I’ve never been for want of a sexual partner.  In fact, I’ve oftentimes said that, as a white guy with a fat ass, I’m the answer to the question posed by the existence of gay black guys.  Notwithstanding this amusing, and in practice entirely accurate, fact, I still feel exactly like Bill does.  And, this dissonance, of having a fulfilling sex life but still feeling disgusting and unlovable, is something I experience on a woefully regular basis.  Sometimes, I have declined invitations because I just ate as much as I could find and, now as an adult, I refuse to succumb to the purge component I developed in high school and practiced throughout my teenage years.  And, rather than go out feeling fat and bloated, I ‘d rather lay in bed, watch television, and go to sleep, depressed and alone.

“The other worst part of having all this bother me so much and making it into such a big deal is that I’m six feet tall and 205 pounds,” Bill seems to try to talk himself into a more rational perception, but he fails with his follow-up, “I want to be 165 pounds.”

But, this isn’t entirely Bill’s fault.  And, my issues aren’t entirely my fault, either.  As gay men, we obsess about our weight.  We regularly delight in a friend’s weight loss, telling him that he looks fantastic.  Yet, we don’t take our compliments to their logical implication:  if a man losing twenty pounds looks fantastic now, then he did not, at one time twenty pounds heavier, look fantastic.  So, as a community, we tend to be putting the loss of fat on a pedestal while demonizing the accumulation of fat, regardless of the reason.  For instance, upon starting HIV medications, I gained twenty pounds rapidly to stand at five ten and 190 pounds currently because my body no longer had to fight so hard against HIV.  But, I am currently experiencing anxiety about attending an HIV+ men’s social event this weekend because I feel, frankly, disgusting.  And, I’ve even put myself on an inevitably meaningless diet just to tighten out my waist.

Why do we experience such anxiety, such self-loathing?  Well, we make comments to each other complimenting getting skinny, and we also make bitchy comments to each other about another’s weight.  “Girrrrrl, did you see how FAT she’s gotten?” is a typical refrain in any gay bar.  And, the biggest secret that any fat person or formerly fat person doesn’t want to tell you is that we fear this almost more than anything in reference to ourselves.  In fact, no matter how professional, no matter how successful, no matter how compassionate, sexy, or well-put-together we become as men, we can be utterly and emotionally destroyed by one insult. 

And, no matter how many times we claim that being fat is okay (it’s not, both from a standard-level-of-social attractiveness standpoint or a health standpoint), we know deep down that we want to be skinny.  And, in Bill’s case and in my case, we’ve engaged in unhealthy activities in the pursuit of attractiveness.  For me, after years and years of work toward self acceptance, figuring out what worked, and gradually accepting that I’ll never be truly thin, I’ve been able to be a healthy 165-185 pounds for several years now, and this weight depends on the season, amount of acceptable layers and thus my vigilance against carbohydrate indulgence.  Notwithstanding the past few years where I’ve been able to stay at approximately the same weight for the longest period in my life, I still cautiously approach every meal, every snack, and every craving with the memory of the JCPenney’s husky department.  It seems that, even as men, we behave, privately, as little boys just hoping we’re going to be asked to join a neighborhood game of dodgeball.

And, you know what happens to the fat kid in dodgeball.

This article first appeared on Josh’s own blog here.  

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Mar05

Let's get physical!

Tuesday, 05 March 2013 Written by // Nathaniel Casco Categories // Fitness and Exercise, Lifestyle, Living with HIV, Opinion Pieces, Nathaniel Casco

Nate Casco says people living with HIV can improve their health by doing a few simple things - for instance managing levels of stress, regular exercise or physical activity and of course getting enough sleep.

 Let's get physical!

Did you know people living with HIV who exercise two to three times a week are less likely to develop complications and increase CD4 blood counts (a good thing) than those who do no exercise at all?

It doesn’t mean you need to become a gym junkie, or compete in triathlons or extreme sports. It could be as simple as getting off the couch and doing something physical, or not eating that bag of potato crisps (or chips if you are North American).

Getting enough exercise may seem difficult at any given time, but by making a few simple changes to your routine, you can increase your levels of exercise. A great way to start is as simple as going for a walk or even using the stairs instead of the elevator. As always you should consult your doctor before making any major changes, but let’s look at some simple changes that you can make here. 

First up, where to start…

  •  Consider your current HIV treatment (if any) and how it may affect you
  • Be realistic with your goals and take in to account your starting point.
  • Don’t overdo it  - or you may revert  to your old ways.
  • Do things you enjoy and are appropriate for you (remember, we are all different).
  • Take into account your environment (swimming in the lake in the middle winter is probably not ideal).
  • Keep a record of your progress.
  • Keep it simple. Make changes like walking instead of driving for instance? 

Why bother?

Living with HIV is no longer a death sentence. With proper management and a healthier lifestyle, you can live a long and healthy life. Not only does daily physical activity increase stamina, it also decreases body fat and cholesterol (some HIV medications have a tendency to increase body fat around the belly), reduces blood pressure and lowers your resting heart rate.

Daily physical activity also decreases anxiety, tension and depression, because you actually feel a lot better about yourself.

Another benefit of daily physical activity is that it tends to aid in reducing viral load (another good thing), compared to no or minimal daily physical activity.

I have been running twice a week for five months now and before I started, my resting heart rate was 80-90; I have now reduced my resting heart rate to 45-50. 

Starting off

Let’s look at some simple basic things we can all do to start with. Before you start any exercising, you need to be aware of your current physical levels. You know your body better than anyone else and should be able to distinguish the difference between just being tired or fatigued.

It doesn’t take too much effort to step outside and go for a short walk. Not only is it building physical activity in your life, it also helps clear you mind, and get some fresh air into your system. You can even decide to walk to the local shops instead of driving if that's an option.

Always be aware of your body. If for any reason you suddenly feel really tired, you should stop all together or slow down. It’s actually not a good idea to keep pushing.

Start off slowly to give your body the time it needs to adjust to the new levels of physical stress you are putting on it. Make sure you also give your body enough recovery time. Take a day off if you really feel tired, but make sure you don’t stop your new activities.

Once you start, try to stay on track for the long term. Being HIV+ means our bodies are already under a lot of stress, either from medication, or just fighting viruses. Don't push beyond certain limits, give your body breaks.

Set yourself up for success by being realistic with your goals. Set them at a level that gives you something that you can achieve and measure. The fastest way to demotivate yourself is to be over zealous and unrealistic with your goals. This will more often than not lead to you quitting exercising altogether.

Drink plenty of water. We hear it all the time from every angle, but it is true. A well hydrated body is a healthy body. Drink water before you start, while you exercise and after you have finished exercising. 

What motivates you?

A half-hearted attempt at anything in life will always be of little benefit to you. To be successful, you have to be motivated. To be motivated, you need desire. To achieve desire, you have to give it your all.

You should always enjoy whatever you do. Simply said, don’t overdo it, and don’t under do it. If you feel good after a decent walk, then leave it at that, as long as you make the effort to increase the level the next time. Pushing so hard that you are beyond exhausted could actually have a negative effect on you and your body.

It is much easier to stick to something when you mix it up to avoid getting bored. For me running twice a week is great, but I’m at a stage that I need to change the routine and find a new running track, time, or even push it to the next level.

Boredom will most likely lead to you giving up anything. So mix it up by taking a different walking route, or getting out at dawn to enjoy a sunrise while walking, for instance

Get a partner who can hold you accountable. Believe it or not, having someone doing this with you is a great motivator. Going solo works for some, and  it could be a great way to start up any form of physical activity, but let’s be honest - if no one is watching, what are the chances you’re going to skip a few sessions, or take it really easy? So grab your neighbour and head out for that walk together. Make it a regular thing. Not only are you helping yourself, you are also helping out someone else.

If you really prefer to do it alone,don't overlook options like yoga, stretching, or even cleaning the house. (It will do your body good, and you get to enjoy a clean house at the end of it).

So remember once again, HIV is not a death sentence….unless you make it that. Look out for yourself, look out for your viral family, and look out for your family and neighbours

Simple changes are not just for people living with HIV, they are for every single one of us.

Mar01

The before and after body

Friday, 01 March 2013 Written by // Christopher Banks Categories // Gay Men, Fitness and Exercise, Lifestyle, Population Specific , Christopher Banks

Christopher Banks and our obsession with weight loss. He poses the question: who’s more attractive, the “before” or the “after” guy.

The before and after body

As the world tumbles further into the abyss of the extreme makeover age, I find myself sympathising more with the ‘before’ guy. 

You know – the picture of the bloke before he started using the magnificent Ab-Wonder-Jizzmatic-2000, the Protein-Plus-Slim-Fast-Now shakes or the Paleo-Only-Eat-Rocks-And-Small-Children diet.

I ran into one of these blokes (see above) when I was walking home from work a little while back.

Let me start by acknowledging that it’s important to be happy and healthy.  Mr Before is obviously pleased to be Mr After.  But something happened in between that goes far beyond the argument of losing weight for health reasons.

He’s changed his haircut. He’s lost his beard. He’s waxed.

To my eyes, those are the most significant changes in the two pictures – he actually doesn’t look that much bigger as Mr Before.

Was his health really at risk? Was it outside pressures that made him change? Or were the pressures internal?

Of all the photos he could have chosen of himself as Mr Before, he’s chosen one where he is clothed.  A white t-shirt covers his torso, as if he is ashamed of it. In his left hand is some sort of bun clasping what appears to be a large wad of bacon. You can imagine Mr After looking at this picture and thinking, “Look how oblivious I was to my own ugliness!”

And that is what concerns me – that the primary motivation for his transition was the thought of making a prince out of a frog.

I posted this photo on Facebook and received 92 comments in less than a day.  Bluntly, I asked whether people preferred Mr Before or Mr After. The vast majority voted for Mr Before, with some interesting additional thoughts:

“Well he didnt look such a vain dickhead before but he did need to loose some weight for his own health…..but maybe could do without being painted orange and looking soo smug after.”

“Before. The world already has enough egotistical assholes in it.”

But is Mr After really an egotistical, smug wanker? Or are we projecting? Another commenter, a fan of Mr After, seemed to think so:

“Definitely after, who would want to advertise their impending heart attack? And why does having a very low body fat percentage mean he will somehow develop an ‘ego’ and become an ‘asshole’ in some of your eyes? Some obese people are idiots, being morbidly overweight doesn’t automatically equate to being a nice person, likewise having a body that is fit (which is an entirely natural thing – just sabotaged for so many by our toxic sedentary culture) doesn’t make you an asshole.”

Another thought Mr Before was unnatural:

“Being overweight is not a natural human condition but being slim and fit is. Obesity is costing western countries billions of dollars each year in medical care. So, this guy looks great after losing the weight and is much healthier for doing so. Good on him.”

And another thought if you found Mr Before attractive, then there was something wrong with you:

“Well duh after, anyone who thinks before must have a fat fetish. Like how some syraight guys get off on fat chicks.”

Others said they’d prefer Mr In-between, while a decent handful expressed distaste at the very question of choosing between the two pictures because it played into the judgmental hailstorm that seems to perpetually fall on gay men’s communities.

After a day of sifting through the comments, one conclusion stood out for me above all others: life for Mr Before and Mr After are equally as hard in the gay world.

Mr Before is subject to nasty comments about his size and pressure to lose weight for the sake of his health, largely by people who have no medical qualifications and hide behind science as a way of masking their prejudice against larger bodies.

Yet Mr After is assumed to be a prick simply because he lost weight. Admittedly the additional cosmetic changes to his looks probably add to that impression, but there are some in the bear community that would consider Mr After to be a traitor in the ranks.

Where is this conversation leading us?  We simultaneously agree that being happy with yourself is the most important thing of all, yet still make assumptions and pass judgments on a man based on his body shape.

Diabetes and heart attack risk aside, there has to be a psychological payoff for this somewhere as well, both individually and at a community level.

No matter what direction your scales are moving, the question needs to be asked: is our collective obsession with weight killing us?

This post first appeared on Christopher’s own blog bipolarbear here.

Oct25

Bob Leahy interviews HIV-positive Olympic medal winner Ji Wallace.

Thursday, 25 October 2012 Written by // Bob Leahy - Editor Categories // Current Affairs, Gay Men, Fitness and Exercise, Features and Interviews, Newly Diagnosed, International , Living with HIV, Media, Population Specific , Bob Leahy

Bouncing right back. Australian Ji Wallace announced he was HIV+ just this year. Bob Leahy talks with him about being gay, coming out of two closets, HIV stigma, the ENUF campaign he is a spokesperson for – and what he thinks of Canada.

Bob Leahy interviews HIV-positive Olympic medal winner Ji Wallace.

Ji Wallace is an Australian gymnast and Olympic trampoline silver medalist.

Earlier in his career Ji Wallace won many Australian national and international titles in all four Trampoline Sports disciplines. Ji made his major international breakthrough in 1996 by winning gold in the DMT (double mini trampoline) discipline at the 19th World Championships in Vancouver.

Ji competed in the Individual Trampoline event at the 2000 Olympic Games in Sydney winning a Silver Medal.

In 2002, he came out publicly as gay and in 2005 was the first Australian to be named a Gay Games Ambassador. In an August 2012 letter to the Sydney Star Observer, he revealed he is HIV-positive.

Ji was a cast member in Cirque du Soleil with their show in Macau, China. In Oct 2008 Ji fell badly and  spent 21 months learning to walk again. In August 2010 he took a coaching job in Montreal at the Cirque Du Soleil headquarters.

After his HIV diagnosis in 2011, 2012 saw Ji return to his native Australia for treatment and a restart at his life. Ji continues to live large and dream big.

********

Bob Leahy: Hello Ji.  Many thanks for talking to PositiveLite.com.

Ji Wallace: Appreciate it.  Thank you for having me.

Now, you were diagnosed  HIV-positive in 2011, Ji,  and you revealed your status in August 2012. You’ve got a lot of accolades for coming out HIV-positive.  How did all that process feel?

I am still in the process of understanding it all, to be honest. I am only 12 months diagnosed so I am taking giant leaps forward every day and the support I have received so far has been nothing short of humbling. I have created a circle of people around me that lovs me for me and all of me included, but there are many people out there that don’t have the support I have so this - me standing up to be counted -  is in a way for them.

We’ve told this story on PositiveLite.com before, but do you want to tell new readers what it was that prompted you to take this step.  I think you said you had a sleepless night, right?

Well, I was at the 2012 Olympics in London and my boyfriend had left for home. I was watching TV late one night as I couldn’t sleep and I came across an interview with Piers Morgan and Greg Louganis. The interview was refreshing as it focused on Greg as a person and what he has been up to. It wasn’t a typical mediOGRE story about HIV and I wanted to share my thanks with Piers so I wrote to him.

And the rest is history. This isn’t your first coming out story, though, Ji. You’d previously come out as gay, in 2005. Why did you do that?

After the Olympic Games I was free to explore social environments, I was not confined to rigorous training and that exploration included being out on the strip and in the community. Being an only child and not having told my parents of my sexuality I took a bold step and told them face to face. After this, I was not afraid of being caught in a mini scandal or having my photo taken out and about and the ‘coming out’ story really evolved from there. I was always gay so it was not a shock but I didn’t reveal anything publically before the Games because I was an athlete first and I had a job to do. Anything and everything else in my life at that time came a distant second in importance. I had the lifelong dream of being a successful Olympian right at my fingertips and I wasn’t going to let anything, including my sexuality, get in the way.

So would you say that coming out poz was more difficult than that, or not?

When I came out (gay) there was still a lot of buzz around the Olympics, plus I was still young. 24. Now I am 35 and have been through some quite dramatic experiences in my life, so outside of the respect of telling my parents, anything that comes my way is water off a duck's back. I have thick, thick skin now and I am not afraid anymore.

Prior to coming out poz, did you find it challenging to keep your status out of public knowledge?

My only goal was to tell my parents directly. I couldn’t tell them over the phone so I had to wait until I got home to Australia to tell them. Once they knew and I had allayed any fears they might have had about HIV I was free to be more open about it. I am not an ostrich that sticks his head in the sand and hopes something will go away. I wanted to tackle this head on. The more you talk about an issue the better you can deal with it. HIV needs an open forum to begin to tackle it.

Ji,  now you‘re an ambassador for People Living with HIV/AIDS (PLWHA) Victoria’s ENUF campaign, a program designed to help end stigma. Tell me why you chose to take on that role.

I am strong ENUF to take a shellacking from anyone these days but many people out there are not, so my story is in part a little light for them. People with HIV are people too. We breathe the same air and the same sun warms our skin. We deserve the same respect as afforded to everyone. There are not ENUF campaigns out there fighting the stigma and discrimination associated with HIV and I want to support them all.

So why do you think that in 2012 there is still considerable stigma directed against poz guys, even from within the gay community?

There is still stigma and discrimination simply due to fear. Most often when you fear something you act out against it. People living with HIV are not to be feared. We eat, breathe, sing and dance just like everyone else.

You are in a sero-discordant (mixed status) relationship, Ji.  How do you think that fact changes the dynamics of your relationship?

My relationship is based on truth and trust and honesty so I feel I have a better relationship with him, even being discordant, than most people do in their own relationship. If you can tell someone about your status and be accepted for it than all other meaningless problems become irrelevant. We educated ourselves on our circumstance and act accordingly. It is pure gold I must say.

What would you say to couples in a similar position, contemplating a mixed status relationship.

Love who you want to love and take them wholely and solely. Educate yourselves and let your love be unconditional.

Now you have a Canadian connection in that at one time you worked for Cirque du Soleil and in fact lived in Canada for a bit, didn’t you.  How was that?

I have met some amazing people though my travels around the world and the Canadians I have met are no different. Genuine and special, though Canada does evoke vivid memories for me. In ‘96 I won a Trampoline Sports World Championship in Vancouver but in 03 also in Vancouver I fell while mountain biking and broke my collarbone. In 07 at the World Championships in Quebec City I failed to qualify for the Beijing games but at the same competition I managed to gain a contract with Cirque du Soleil. In 08 I injured my ankle rendering me acrobatically useless and in ‘11 I tested positive for HIV. None the less I did enjoy my time in Canada  - but you can keep the snow. I am not a fan of minus 30!

And what are you doing now?

Since the revelation of my status around 10 weeks ago I have been moved to tears many times reading peoples; stories of triumph and tears. The stories I have read truly distress me as the world may be in 2012 but we really do have some growing up to do in the way we treat each other. Coming soon is the Silver Lining foundation. It’s a foundation I am developing to bring a ‘silver lining’ to people who may only see dark clouds. It is a no brainer for me to be kind to one another and if I can do that on a larger scale then I will focus on that.

You’ve said “I’ve still, got big dreams, big goals”.  Tell us what those are?

I am an action man so next year I am going to run in the LA marathon with T2, a team to end AIDS. My Olympic routine was 22 seconds long so doing a marathon is a huge goal. Also I am going to organise a group of HIV-positive people to trek what is known in Australia as a rite of passage, the Kokoda trek. And, I plan on raising awareness of the plight of the world’s HIV population. HIV is still here and people are still being infected. Ultimately I am on a march towards a cure and when that day comes, and I believe it is coming, I can stand up with the 35 million other HIV positive people in the world and say "YES - take that, HIV! You may have won numerous battles but we have won the war!"  

Ji, thanks a million for talking to us here at PositiveLite.com . Good luck with the campaign – and good luck with those dreams.

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