by Mark S. King | Nov 11, 2016 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease, News
The spirit of the annual HIV Cruise Retreat can be summed up in one enlightening story. Matthew had some bad luck as he boarded the ship for our 8-day tour of the Caribbean. His luggage didn’t make it. He literally had his carry-on bag (which included his meds, thank... 
by Mark S. King | Sep 13, 2016 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease
(My mother passed away suddenly on January 13th. Her memorial, led by her six children, was moving and hilarious, which is exactly as she had hoped. I cannot properly describe how grateful I am for her willingness to be featured on my blog and to share her views.) I... 
by Mark S. King | Jul 26, 2016 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, Meth and Recovery, My Fabulous Disease, News, Prevention and Policy
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by Mark S. King | Jul 18, 2016 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease, News, Prevention and Policy
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by Mark S. King | Jun 13, 2016 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, My Fabulous Disease, News
I can’t watch the news anymore right now. I have it muted, but will admit to glancing in its direction every few minutes. On the screen there are police cars and flashing lights and footage of the injured and there is often someone in tears. It makes me wince with... 
by Mark S. King | Jun 5, 2016 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, Meth and Recovery, My Fabulous Disease, News, Prevention and Policy
The young woman sitting across from me on the bus is in her mid-20s. She turns to her companion and her voice grows serious. “I know someone who died,” she says in the hushed tone reserved for tales of mortality. Her friend looks up from his phone. “He was a good...
