Surviving A Plague

 

I made a horrendous mistake last night. Mr. G loves to watch the Daily Show and the Colbert Report. I love being with Mr. G but I don’t love the shows the way he does. Since it’s become part of our evening unwinding routine I typically grab a tablet and goof around online so I can half watch the show without being bored out of my mind. I just want to be with my husband. I like him.

In any event I’d noticed that How To Survive a Plague was on Netflix so I decided to pop in some earbuds and be not-quite-present but rather sit next to Mr. G while he watched his show and I’d watch How to Survive a Plague on the tablet. I figured I’d get in 40 minutes and watch the last hour bit by bit during the course of the next week or so.

Do not make the mistake I made. Do not trick yourself into believing that you can watch this movie in pieces. It’s engrossing, infuriating and if, like me, you came of age in the late 80’s it will have you flashing back to die in’s you’d tried to forget and queer bills that your friends would pass around town. Watching Pat Buchanan and Jesse Helms say that gay men deserved to die sent my blood pressure skyrocketing and police officers with rubber gloves combined with hospitals turning patients away reminded me of details that I’d tried to forget.

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Someday I’ll talk about the funerals I went to. There were so many of them. Someday I’ll talk about ribbons and how much that red ribbon meant because people will ARC and AIDS were treated much like Polio patients in the early days. Delivering meals with Project Angel Food turned me into a different person and I’ll never have the words required to articulate how profound those changes were.

So I sat up late last night and watched How To Survive a Plague and I sobbed and I cheered and I remembered how incredibly powerless and powerful that whole moment in time was for both the gay community and communities like my own that bordered West Hollywood and relied on the gay community for art, joy, love and freedom.

And I look at organizations like Aids Project LA and Project Angel Food that were once a very large part of my life. When Steven was dying APLA walked me through tremendous amounts of paperwork and held my hand while we cleared legal hurdles. Project Angel Food helped Gene stay home so he could die in his own bed, on his own terms. PAF delivered nutritious and delicious meals to my friends and to strangers, they work with nutritionists and master chefs so that the food with both sustain and delight their clients. They are angels on earth.

I have a few friends left who are positive. They have well controlled diseases and we don’t talk about it much anymore because we have the feeling (and feelings are very different than knowledge) that they can keep their disease under control until there is a cure. My kids know AIDS, they’ve watched men disappear. They’ve watched vibrant men grow gaunt and then quiet and then they’re gone forever but even with that teens and young adults are┬ánotoriously unreliable and I know that when I look at Jane and Alexander and all their friends one or more of those girls will be accidentally pregnant, a handful of them will have an STD, 10% of them will be homosexual and more than 10% will be unsure for at least a moment in their lifetime.

Everything about this panics me. When Bush drew the line in the sand and my brother made noises about enlisting my mother dissolved into a puddle talking about Vietnam and the body bags that came home. When I hear that young men are barebacking and the HIV infection rate is rising in minority communities I flash back to my own young adult years when having sex felt a little like Russian Roulette and even your married (female) neighbor died from it.

I’d urge you to watch How To Survive A Plague in part because it’s a story that needs to be told and it’s a moment in time where ordinary people came together to make extraordinary progress.

 

 

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  1. I spent time working at Project Angel Food. Initially it was because I was a youth group advisor and the kids needed to give back and I had to help manage things.

    Then when my uncle got sicker I did it because people in San Francisco were making sure he still had food to eat and I wanted to make sure people in LA had the same opportunities.

    It was life changing in some ways, but truthfully it took about a decade before it all really sank in.

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