The First Loss Is the Deepest
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...
Pride In Spite of It All
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...
The View from Down Here
Around the first of April of this year, I began using a wheelchair when I leave the apartment. This was an inevitability that I...
Friendship & Long-Term Surviving
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 Against Elder Abuse
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...
65 Is the New 80
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
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...
Rethinking Magical Thinking
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
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...
The Prodigal Queer
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...