If you're considering how to best disclose your HIV positive status to everyone you know, here's one suggestion: learn to sew. Television's long-running reality hit Project Runway could be holding a spot just for you. Over the course of a dozen seasons, the fashion...
The year 2013 was a game changer for My Fabulous Disease, and I want to thank you for your clicks, comments, and shares. I have more confidence as an advocate and a writer, thanks to you, and traffic for this blog more than doubled over last year! I'm bad at...
My most courageous self, the best man that I’ll ever be, lived more than two decades ago during the first years of a horrific plague.
To view young gay men and say, “if only you saw all the AIDS deaths I saw…” disturbs me on all sorts of levels, and it says far more about us than it does about them.
No one is healed and no one fully conquers their demons. The fact that the filmmakers make you root for them is a testament to a vexing main character you grow to love and admire.
I had to create a video in my own peculiar way — something that demonstrates the sense of humor that has served me well over the course of 30 years living with HIV.
The film is either a transgressive act of eroticism, or an act that demonstrates how to become infected with HIV. Or perhaps both.
I knew about assisted suicide but had never heard of the mechanics of it firsthand… or had witnessed the haunted result like the one that now sat chain smoking across my living room.
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.
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.
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