She was kind and understanding, assured me we would get through this together, and told me I'd soon be more comfortable in my own skin. She understood that this is who I am, which filled me with optimism. I had finally found someone on my side that understood what I was going through.
I grew up in Zimbabwe in a family of three boys, and I am the last one. For this story, I will be Patrick. This is the name I often use online as a nickname. Where can I start this complicated story I never found anyone to tell from?
A lot has happened since the last time I've written on Questionmark. Not only in my personal life but in the world as well. I wanted to write an article about once a week, but, unfortunately, there was no time. And from all the things challenging this world and our...
Just a few days before my program started, I received a letter from the bank. They were notifying me that they were not in a position to offer me a loan as it requires life insurance, and life insurance couldn't be issued for HIV positive people. The news broke me.
Twenty-four couples replied to incredibly intimate and judgemental questions, so you won't ever have to be the prick who asks them. This post is part of a series Open Relationships 101 > Questionmark on Open Relationships Part 1 > Part 2 > Â Â Part 3 > Â Â Part 4 Îśy open relationship Welcome to my Questionmark...
