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Ken Like Barbie was created as a hub for self expression. Inspired by all of the tinkering I’ve ever done in my journal, KLB serves as my sounding board and creative practice. I believe in things like self-awareness; mental, physical, social and personal freedoms. I believe in PDA & peace of mind and the spiritual capacity to love & be loved beyond measure.
I picked up a camera nearing the end of my undergraduate studies at Columbia College in Chicago, and after graduation, when the country fell into a recession, my instincts demanded that I create. Today I am a video-hobbyist, media presence, storyteller and a compilation of many other successful adjectives.
My intentions with this platform is to help facilitate community through the connective value of story & self expression. My life is my activism as well as my art. Welcome.

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Ken Williams is a speaker, storyteller, HIV activist, media presence, and the creative force behind the award winning, queer-conscious, video blog, Ken Like Barbie. Diagnosed with HIV in 2010, Ken has contributed much of his online presence to issues affecting PLHIV, with a special attention to communities of color.
Ken has collaborated on a national level creating video content and cultivating relationships with prominent media and AIDS Service Organizations such as the Black AIDS Institute, the CDC, and AIDS.gov where he contributes on a quarterly basis as a guest blogger for their Black Voices project. Ken’s work, both visual and written, tackles universal issues & themes through the lens of gay, black metaphors. He is proudly both. Ken’s storytelling approach has not only been celebrated by the LGBT community but his video work and messaging is honored globally.
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When I was born, the story was my father came to the hospital to name me Kenyatta and quite frankly my mother did not like the name. Her response, on the hospital floor, in all of her post-pregnancy trauma, was very calculated and subtle as if not to bruise anyone’s ego. “Might Kenyatta be too looong to put on a jersey,” she said accommodatingly. And without much rebuttal, in compromise, my father named me Ken. Ken Robert Williams.
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