The Audacity

A 35-year-old HIV-positive man in New Zealand injected his blood into his wife while she was sleeping, thereby infecting her with the virus, court documents have revealed.

According to a report in New Zealand's Sunday Star-Times, the man did it so that his wife would start having sex with him again, as she had refused to do so out of fear of contracting the disease. He gave her the virus by pricking her with a sewing needle tainted with his blood.

More details from Sky News:

In the documents, the wife described how, in May, 2008, she found a sting-like mark on her left thigh and two days later awoke to a stinging feeling in her leg.

She said: "I got up... and I flicked the blankets... I looked at (the husband) and he was wide awake."

The wife asked him if he had pricked her and he said, 'No'. But she later found evidence of "blood sprinkles" on their duvet, which she said her husband tried to hide from her.


The husband is currently in prison awaiting sentencing, and faces up to 14 years in jail.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/12/06/hiv-positive-man-injects_n_381780.html

There are NO words. I would be so pissed the fuck off.

Self Explanatory

Speaks for itself, don't it?

Unfortunate

These kinds of sayings have stirred up trouble among some of my friends (@mightyfranso/@jibarasa) for their own individual reasons, whatever they may be, but i felt like this picture could NOT go unposted. I mean, I can relate. My coworkers can relate. Anyone who works for tips and deals with different personalities and has to swallow a lot of people's attitudes and bullshit for a living can definitely understand.




But can i get an "Amen" though?

Reintroduce Yourself

Happy Birthday, Hov !

Follow Kings Orders

"When I think Cupid's arrow is pointing my way, it hits the person behind me. See, I think Cupid is blind see."


There are moments in this poem where her passion for her man is so obvious, it's sexy. Definitely something I can admire. I love coming across new poetry, even though I think I've heard this one before.

Enjoy :]

Coming to Terms

There's something both satisfying and unsettling when you realize finally that you deserve better than you've been allowing. Satisfying because you feel, "Finally. This is what that feels like." and Unsettling because you think, "How did I let this go on for so long? Why was I so comfortable in this disarray?" To the point where feeling bad was better than feeling nothing.

And that is unacceptable.

It's like getting so used to crumbs that when someone offers you fresh baked loaves of bread, you run away because you think they're too good to be true and I can't stand the idea that I have to actively talk myself out of crumbs but still can't accept the loaves.



I forgot to mention this before, but Happy December.

Learning

I love the idea of "new history" because it perfectly captures the relationship so many of us have with the past. No matter how hard we try to let go of it -- to learn from it and move forward -- all we're really doing is creating new history, trying to learn from past mistakes, but inevitably making new ones that will haunt us in the future. The past, it would seem, is inescapable. Everything we are today is the product of who we were yesterday, last month, last year: the choices we made, the red lights we ran, the things said and maybe shouldn't have, the people we loved, and the people we didn't. So, how to make peace with the past? What can be done about mistakes we made, the lies we told, and the people we hurt to get where we are today?

I wish I knew.