You haven’t lived until you have hosted a game show in a cemetery. Or heard behind-the-scenes tales of some juicy grave site mysteries.
An AIDS Death in the Family
We heard wheels, barely squeaking across tile floors, rolling out of the master bedroom toward the front door. A heavy door opened and then closed. I wanted to pull the shades wide open and see for myself, and I didn’t dare.
A Cure for AIDS: The HIV Advocates Turning Hope into Action
One can easily connect the dots between the activists shown in the Oscar nominated documentary “How to Survive a Plague” and these treatment advocates trying to take HIV research across the finish line.
The Trouble with Praising HIV Negative Gay Men
Hooray, HIV negative gay men! Let’s show some love for our negative brothers, who’s with me?
The Fabulous Wizard of POZ
Negotiations between myself and POZ Magazine were heated, I will admit. First they claimed Leibovitz was busy and Scavullo was dead, and then they rejected my request for body painting at the studio to sculpt my abs. Oh, and I had to wear a shirt.
What It Feels Like for a Mom
"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, was rated "R" and they were not letting me...
Behind the Scenes of the Video Series “A Day in the Life”
I was knocked out by these people and their daily courage and fortitude. I really want to thank this group for taking me into their homes and lives and allowing me to share their stories with you.
The Increasingly Strange Case of Uncle Poodle
Thompson made up the prosecution story. He behaved in much the same way that most everyone does who tests HIV positive these days. He looked for someone else to blame.
Your Mother Liked It Bareback
We have come to the homophobic conclusion that when gay men engage in intercourse without a barrier we label it psychotic barebacking, but when straight people do it we call it sex.
In My Humble, Closeted Opinion
How could I march in a gay pride parade with “No One Knows I’m HIV positive” emblazoned on my t-shirt but I couldn’t come out in a room of eight men?
