For the Long Run

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...

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

Voice & Dance Lessons We should remember to celebrate friends helping friends by Hank Trout Friends have brought to my attention that my For the Long Run...

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...

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...

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...

Relentless "Gratitude"? Maybe the glass really is half-empty, & maybe that’s okay by Hank Trout It seems that every time I log on to Facebook and check...

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...

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...

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...