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- Performance: “Still Here” WGBH-TV/ World Channel September 28, 2022
- 50 Little Washcloths September 1, 2022
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- A New Normal June 5, 2022
- Life With HIV and Diabetes Is a Mixed Bag of Struggles, Accomplishments, and Hope May 21, 2022
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4 years ago, I had the opportunity to perform a story of mine in front of a live audience at Boston’s WGBH-TV studio, which was then aired on the World Channel, and online. I was one of 8 storytellers that … Continue reading
Tim MurphyCONTRIBUTING EDITORMay 19, 2022 I was interviewed by the fabulous writer, Tim Murphy, for this article on HIV and diabetes. Please take a look, if you’re so inclined. As usual, my take on the issue is slightly different from … Continue reading
Today is National HIV/AIDS and Aging Awareness Day.I acquired the virus in 1984:1 year before the virus was isolated and named LAV/HTLV-III;2 years before the ELISA antibody test became available;3 years before I was officially diagnosed4 years before I began … Continue reading
This is the daily pill box that I fill every Sunday evening. This is the story of how it got that way. Part XIV of “Years of Living Precariously”, my ongoing column in A&U Magazine, chronicling my experiences during the … Continue reading
A New Normal: Telling my story at The AIDS Memorial/NYC, June 1, 2021 Friends: This is a 1-minute “teaser” for my 7-minute storytelling gig this past June 1, as part of a collaboration between The Generations Project and the NYC … Continue reading
Chapter XIII of my ongoing personal chronicle of the 1980s, “Years of Living Precariously”, in A&U Magazine. “Eventually, the movie houses closed. The Anvil closed, the Saint closed, the baths closed, Fire Island virtually shut down, Provincetown was Province-Ghost-town, the … Continue reading
A&U magazine essay, Second Acts column: “Hanging On”
“For many years, I have had variations of this recurring dream: I am adrift at sea, clinging on to a flimsy life raft, while sailing vessels of all kinds pass me by… …None of them can hear me; not on … Continue reading
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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
I was twenty-eight years old. In just a few months, perhaps, I projected, I would no longer be desirable, acceptable. I would, in fact, become a pariah, a walking manifestation of the disease that was ravaging my insides. Who would … Continue reading