Everyone has a family. Some of us are genetically linked to a group of people through our biological parents, thus giving rise to an arcane industry called ancestry. These are people we may or may not care about, let alone love.
We also surround ourselves with and immerse ourselves in communities of others with whom we feel some sort of affinity and identity with.
Either group of people can bring love and support to our lives; challenge us to support them; and as often as not, end up causing us grief as well as joy and happiness.
I really want to attend the 2009 Rethinking AIDS conference, to be held in Oakland this fall, but am not sure I’ll be able to afford it since Michael has just been laid off from his job. Asking for money is not a new experience for me. Getting it, however is another story. My…
I just posted a new video on youtube, discussing the LOTTI study I blogged about yesterday. Video is a new medium for me and I had such a positive response from my first video that I hope it helps get this message of hope out to more people. This second video has far higher…
An interview on Open Salon Besides this blog, I am a member of and contributor to Open Salon, another unique blogging/social networking site. While many of my posts are cross-posted, both sites also host unique offerings from me. This morning’s post is an interview conducted by another OS member, cartouche. If you want to…
More than ten years ago I wrote about what I was thinking and feeling immediately after I got my diagnosis of “HIV-positive”. What I wrote then shows how I was once a fervent believer in the mainstream AIDS cult. Since then I have come to a dissident perspective on my own, and was actually…
Throughout the procedure I watched the rainbow flags flutter on Market Street. That’s what flags do in the Castro–the heart of San Francisco’s gay community–they flutter. Especially rainbow flags. Rainbow flags flutter on San Francisco’s Market Street (photo: QueerBeacon.com) It hurt more than I expected. The dental drill-like vibration against my shin bone radiated…
(Note: This was originally written as my first blog post on OpenSalon (account no longer active) February 6, 2009, where it was selected as an Editor’s Pick and People’s Pick.) I have only a few fond memories of growing up in Colby, Kansas in the 1960s. Actually, I was raised on a wheat farm…
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While much of the information on this site is no longer current, it represents almost a decade of my life. It was a period of considerable reflection and writing was my therapy.
I have moved on from that era and am now moving into what will undoubtedly be the last chapter of my life. My love for writing and telling stories-mine, as well as those of others-goes with me. Join me, if you will, at jondbarnett.com for the adventure.
