by Mark S. King | Jan 23, 2015 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, Meth and Recovery, My Fabulous Disease, News
For twenty-five years I have been writing about living openly as a gay man living with HIV. Along the way I have spilled secrets, opened up about sex and relationships, highlighted the work of those who inspire me, come clean about my history of addiction and... 
by Mark S. King | Jan 6, 2015 | Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, Meth and Recovery, My Fabulous Disease, News, Prevention and Policy
They come from different cultures and regions of the world, but these fifteen HIV activists all share one important trait: a fierce devotion to HIV issues and a commitment to leave their mark on 2015. Their advocacy has been noticed by some of the most prominent... 
by Mark S. King | Nov 28, 2014 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease, News
My brother Richard smiles a lot. He has an easy laugh. But there was a time, years ago, when he held a poisonous drink in his hands and begged his dying lover not to swallow it. A time when Richard held the concoction they had prepared together and wept. Emil... 
by Mark S. King | Nov 12, 2014 | Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease, News, Prevention and Policy
When Chanse, a 19-year-old gay man living in Shreveport, Louisiana, tested HIV positive a few months ago, his mother reacted with understandable emotion and concern. And then she did something both odd and beautiful: she threw Chanse a coming out party. “We had a... 
by Mark S. King | Sep 29, 2014 | Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease, News
I have twenty staples in my back holding an incision together. It hurts. Just making that rather gruesome statement leaves me feeling conflicted. Yes, I want sympathy. Yes, this pain has been a constant companion for the last two months, from throwing out my back... 
by Mark S. King | Sep 2, 2014 | Gay Life, Meth and Recovery, My Fabulous Disease, News
It is no secret that I am a crystal meth addict in recovery. But writing about it, at least in the often humorous style for which my blog is known, escapes me. My process of recovery feels too precious, too personal, and yes, even too delicate. So it was with some...
