The Heaven of Our Eyes: Nonfiction by Raymond Luczak
Creative Nonfiction by Raymond Luczak
The Heaven of Our Eyes
in memory of my 25 deaf gay friends who’ve died from AIDS-related complications
I awake to find...
Just Another Death Sentence: Nonfiction by Hank Trout
One morning in July 1989, I woke up with my right eye swollen completely shut and cysts all over my chest and belly. I...
We Blessed: Nonfiction by John Boucher
We Blessed
by John Boucher
The following story is true. The names have been changed and composite characters created in order to protect the innocent, and...
Stella: Nonfiction by Hank Trout
Stella
by Hank Trout
I first met Jim the day I tried to pick up his boyfriend at the Polk Gulch Saloon.
The Gulch was a...
Love Wins: Nonfiction by Tim Patten
President Obama was on TV! It was June 26, 2015, and the president was making a speech about marriage and how it now represented...
The Scream of the Phoenix: Nonfiction by Jesús Guillén
The Scream of the Phoenix
to all kinds of survivors around the world
Most of us cry when we are born because the trauma of...
No Funny Business: Nonfiction by Liam O’Brien
No Funny Business
by Liam O'Brien
"Would you like to see my place?” Sam asked, and tapped his hand, anxious, on my knee. “No funny business.”
“Sure,”...
The Custody Visit (1987): Nonfiction by Andrea Laiacona Dooley
The Custody Visit (1987)
by Andrea Laiacona Dooley
Seventh grade ended, and it was time to visit my father in Indiana. We’d last seen him at...
Walt Odets: Advocate & Writer
Digging Out of Stigma
Psychologist & Author Walt Odets Talks with A&U’s Hank Trout About Navigating HIV and Other Issues Impacting Gay Men’s Lives
When your...
Never Forget Your First: Nonfiction by Paul A. Aguilar
Never Forget Your First
by Paul A. Aguilar
On June 5, 1981, just two weeks before my high school graduation and my eighteenth birthday, the CDC...
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Diagnosis Afternoon 1991: Poetry by Scott Hightower
Diagnosis Afternoon 1991
My talented older brother
was artistically intrepid
and expressive. As a painter,
he had begun to achieve
some recognition.
He was an oddly secure
and insecure bon vivant.
His...
