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... 
by Mark S. King | Apr 12, 2016 | Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, Meth and Recovery, My Fabulous Disease, Prevention and Policy
Stigma is insidiously quiet. It is conjured in the mind, born of discomfort and fear, and then it is projected at “the other” among us. It judges them and isolates them. And it happens without a sound. Stigma lets us take comfort in seeing things in others about...
