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...

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...

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...

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...

A Stylish Fundraiser Adam's Nest sells new AIDS Memorial T-shirt to raise funds for SAGE by Hank Trout Instead of my usual curmudgeonly kvetching about my health...

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...

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...

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...

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...