by Mark S. King | Jun 21, 2020 | Book Review, Gay Life, My Fabulous Disease, News, Trump
George M. Johnson could not have known about this moment in history when he wrote his memoir, All Boys Aren’t Blue, but for this white male reader, the sounds of courageous protestors in our streets were never far away. Johnson provides us an intimate, deceptively... 
by Mark S. King | Jun 4, 2020 | Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease, News, Prevention and Policy, Trump
There’s isn’t any way to discuss HIV Long Term Survivor Awareness Day (#HLTSAD) this year (Friday, June 5) without discussing racial disparities. For that matter, we should “lead with race,” as NMAC’s slogan goes, from this moment... 
by Mark S. King | Jun 1, 2020 | Book Review, Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease, News, Prevention and Policy, Trump
There is a fact I have always wanted to argue. I thought I was different from those other white men. If you just had let me explain, just let me tell you about me, me, me, then you would surely see the real truth for yourself, proven by my decades as an HIV/AIDS and... 
by Mark S. King | May 16, 2020 | Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease, News, Prevention and Policy, Trump
To commemorate HIV Vaccine Advocacy Day in Nigeria on Monday, May 18, I recorded a brief video as part of an awareness project for the New Vaccine and Microbicide Advocacy Society. My message was simple. Vaccines take time, factual science, and patience. I will never... 
by Mark S. King | May 8, 2020 | Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease, Prevention and Policy, Trump
Hucksters and charlatans know their cue: their traveling salvation shows typically arrive when we are at the nexus of public panic and willful ignorance. It should have come as no surprise, then, to find Dr. Judy Mikovitz’ dusty wagon come creaking into sight... 
by Mark S. King | Apr 7, 2020 | Family and Friends, Gay Life, Living with HIV/AIDS, My Fabulous Disease, News, Trump
The first time it happened, a couple of weeks ago, I was waking up from a nap. My eyes were moist. The dream began to fade but the emotion lingered, and so did the central image. Mom was standing in the kitchen, looking at me fondly, saying something reassuring. It...
