For the Long Run

Over the years, I’ve chatted with many other HIV/AIDS long-term survivors about the myriad complications of being among the “AIDS Generation,” those of us...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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