302, 2021

The outside position within

February 3rd, 2021|

  Seven years ago I was diagnosed with HIV. At first, I didn't think of a death sentence: thanks to antirretroviral treatments that appeared twenty years ago, HIV became a chronic disease. However, I knew that my HIV status could be a death sentence for my social and sex life. The way I would have to call upon was to become the advocate for my own cause and collect as much supporting evidence as possible to reverse my sentence and understand that it is possible to lead a normal life with HIV. At that time, aged 21, I knew nothing about what it was like to be a person living with HIV. My only references were the stories I heard about people who died of AIDS in the early 1980s and 1990s. The most striking was the story of Brazilian singer Cazuza, who was bisexual. As I had an idea [...]

2210, 2020

I wasn’t born a feminist

October 22nd, 2020|

As a woman of color, my first interactions with feminist organizations and activists are not my best memories. I wasn't born a feminist but I became one despite all the odds and the toxic feminism that I came across along the way.   I wasn't born a feminist. I wasn't raised as a feminist. I wasn't educated as a feminist. I wasn't taught feminism. I wasn't given access to feminism. Feminism was white elitism. And I wasn't part of it. My first interactions with feminist organisations/associations when I was a student or a young professional are not my best memories. On the contrary, the memories of them make me feel deeply sad and humiliated. My identity was and still is a struggle. Like many of my Black, Indigenous, People Of Colours (BIPOC) brothers and sisters, the struggle was and still is real. Daughter of the first generation of Algerian [...]

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