Sherri Lewis

Turn Up the Radio AIDS interrupted by dreams—but I've learned to reclaim them by Sherri Lewis The best time in my life was being a signed recording...

Why I Write

On Friday, March 6, 2016, in response to First Lady Nancy Reagan’s death, presidential candidate Hillary Clinton recalled “how difficult it was to talk...

Left for Dead

I died three decades ago. In my early twenties. At the apex of the AIDS crisis in America in the 1980s. I’m long gone...

Survivor Responsibility

As a gay man who has lived with HIV for thirty-five years, I have not felt survivor guilt. I have, however, felt survivor responsibility. I...

11.11.11.: My War Began That Day

11.11.11. My war began that day by Nigel Bray What does that mean to most of us? Armistice, probably. The end of slaughter. Our boys, the ones...

Dear Class of ’68

Dear Class of '68 Why I'm not attending my 50th reunion by Lewis Nightingale Dear Jim, Thanks for asking why I’m not coming to our 50th Reunion this...

A Letter to My Dad: What I Wished I Had Told...

A Letter to My Dad What I wished I had told you the last time I saw you by Josué E. Hernández 9/10/2019 The last time I saw...

Lost & Found

Lost & Found The disorientation of survival calls for us to create new ways to navigate by Mark Olmsted I came out very early, at sixteen, in...

A Fight for Community Connections

One week after graduating high school, I escaped my small Ohio town for college. Upon coming out, my family rejected me, which fired up...

Homeless in San Francisco

Throughout the thirty-one years that I have dealt with HIV/AIDS I have faced many serious challenges, but none so daunting as the one I...

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Drake Jensen: Advocate

Wherever a Song Takes Us Drake Jensen tunes us in to AIDS awareness by Raymond Luczak I don’t recall how I’d first heard of Drake Jensen, but...

Elizabeth, Larry & Diana

Don’t Shoot

Stay Angry and Make Trouble