by Mark S. King | Sep 24, 2013 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, Meth and Recovery, My Fabulous Disease, Prevention and Policy
Note: This essay has been shared more than 15,000 times from this site since it posted in July of 2012. Some readers responded angrily, and the barebacking aspect of the story brought both cheers and derision (one comment accused director Max Sohl of “crimes... 
by Mark S. King | Sep 3, 2013 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, Meth and Recovery, My Fabulous Disease, News
Why Andy Cohen isn’t badgering me with phone calls to bring this series to Bravo, I’ll never know. Nearly four years ago, I invited four friends living with HIV over to my place for a night of devouring brownies and sharing secrets, while my friend Charles captured it... 
by Mark S. King | Jul 26, 2013 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease
(This essay appears in my collection of essays, My Fabulous Disease: Chronicles of a Gay Survivor, available now at online outlets or your local bookstore.) “Did I ever tell you about the night that Emil died?” my brother Richard asked me. It was 1992, and... by Mark S. King | Jul 10, 2013 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease
“There were people who displayed remarkable courage then. People who lived and died by their promises and shared the intimacy of death…” — Once, When We Were Heroes My brother Richard would later refer to it as a “command... 
by Mark S. King | May 8, 2013 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease
“A boy’s best friend is his mother.” — Norman Bates, Psycho I was standing at the ticket counter of the movie theater and couldn’t believe my ears. They were telling me that “Theater of Blood,” with the great Vincent Price,... 
by Mark S. King | Apr 3, 2013 | Family and Friends, My Fabulous Disease
This memory still brings back fear and melancholy, like a ghost story that stubbornly haunts me after all these years… Over and over, footage of Rock Hudson standing next to Doris Day was playing on television, and he looked ghastly. His skin was wrinkled and...
