For the Long Run

New Year’s Eve 2017: my sixty-fifth birthday. As I write this, slightly more than a month before the dreaded day, I wish I could...

When I first heard last year that my alma mater—West Virginia University, in Morgantown—had opened a new LGBTQ+ Center, I must admit, I was...

Meet Tommy, My Tumor When you are a long-term survivor, it's always one thing after another by Hank Trout Sickness will surely take the mind Where minds can’t...

For the first time in the thirty-eight years since I moved to San Francisco in 1980, I didn’t attend the Pride Parade and Celebration...

Protecting Our Own We are our first, last, best defense against abuse by Hank Trout At a recent Saturday morning coffee, I spoke at length with artist/photographer...

Around the first of April of this year, I began using a wheelchair when I leave the apartment. This was an inevitability that I...

Like many of our fiercest advocates and activists, I have complained that we Long-Term Survivors of HIV/AIDS are almost universally neglected in our governments’...

I Am My Own Best Advocate Never hesitate to challenge your doctors—you know your body best! by Hank Trout A couple days before Thanksgiving 2016, I woke...

Last night, on a gloriously warm moonlit Wednesday, 9 November, I marched with thousands of other people in a candlelit anti-Trump rally here in...

Kintsugi A Survivor's Reflection on World AIDS Day 2017 by Hank Trout When the Japanese mend broken objects, they emphasize the damage by filling in the cracks...