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- Harm Reduction: An Alternative Approach to Managing Addiction, Talkspace Newsletter May 8, 2023
- World AIDS Day, 12/2022: “Spring” December 1, 2022
- My Ketamine Journey November 27, 2022
- “The Shot Heard Round the World.” 1985. Remembering Rock Hudson’s press conference with Doris Day. “Years of Living Precariously”: Part IX of my ongoing chronicle of the early years of the AIDS pandemic, in A&U Magazine October 3, 2022
- Performance: “Still Here” WGBH-TV/ World Channel September 28, 2022
- 50 Little Washcloths September 1, 2022
- Moon walk memory: July 20, 1969 July 20, 2022
- A New Normal June 5, 2022
- Life With HIV and Diabetes Is a Mixed Bag of Struggles, Accomplishments, and Hope May 21, 2022
- “At Home With” podcast & transcript March 16, 2022
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Musto captures the mood of New York City during those early years, when he states, “Everyone was filled with grief, terror, and rage. But you know what? The nightlife kept going….We were more bonded than ever. We had to leave … Continue reading
“Because I had not yet had an opportunistic infection, I was not labeled in the dreaded AIDS category. This helped fuel my hopes that I wasn’t really “that sick.” I also naively believed that everyone else understood the distinction among … Continue reading