by Mark S. King | Nov 28, 2016 | Book Review, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, Meth and Recovery, My Fabulous Disease, News
In the towering new novel Christodora, author Tim Murphy harnesses decades of personal and professional experience as an HIV journalist into a story that sweeps back and forth between the last several decades and beyond. It has the scope of great literature, but... 
by Mark S. King | Aug 17, 2016 | Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, Meth and Recovery, My Fabulous Disease, News
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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 | Jun 15, 2016 | Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, Meth and Recovery, My Fabulous Disease, Prevention and Policy
There is a folder, tucked within a folder, buried deep in my computer files. I shouldn’t be looking at its contents, yet I can’t bring myself to delete it altogether. It is labeled MARCUS, and inside the folder is my disease. During my years of crystal... 
by Mark S. King | Jun 7, 2016 | Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, Meth and Recovery, My Fabulous Disease, News
So don’t mind if I fall apart There’s more room in a broken heart. — Carly Simon, “Coming Around Again” When Will Armstrong emerges from heart surgery in just a few days, he will have weeks of hospitalization ahead. He will also have expensive new hardware... 
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...
