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...
