For the Long Run

Doctor, Doctor Finding a replacement for a trusted hiv physician is no easy task by Hank Trout What do you mean, you’re retiring at the end of...

One would never know to look at me now that, from 1992 through 2004, in a gym that I set up in a large...

Contemplating the End Letting go and facing mortality head-on by Hank Trout For a handful of months now, I’ve been contemplating a decision that I know many...

When people discover that I have been a committed atheist since the age of nine (blame Methodist Sunday “Bible School”), they often ask, “Well,...

Halloween always reminds me of the curious fact that we all enjoy being scared. Whether it’s watching campy Bela Lugosi or Boris Karloff movies...

Do You Remember Your First? The first loss is the deepest, the hardest, the scariest by Hank Trout Every long-term HIV survivor on the planet has stories...

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...