I was 16 years old in 1986 when I met Mona. Mona was friends with my then boyfriend, she was 22 and recently widowed. Her husband had died of AIDS, she had it. I remember hugging Mona, but still feeling nervous about it. Before I was 17 she had called me at home from the … Read more
It was a few years ago that my dear sweet Steven died of AIDS. The death was hideous, but his life was not. The reason that My Steven had some measure of comfort lies squarely at the feet of APLA. They made miracles happen. APLA helped me and My Steven’s friends nagivate the world AIDS … Read more
I know this blog sort of looks like it came out of nowhere. It didn’t. I’m not new to blogging, to social media, to influencing; I’m just newly putting my real name out there. The reason I started blogging was because of gay rights. I’m not gay, I don’t have anyone in my family who … Read more