How It Felt to Live Surrounded by AIDS Before Treatment

Dying and dancing in the street

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Nobody knew who was next.

The Sword of Damocles dangled everywhere.

Funerals for young men happened every damn day.

Cooke was my friend.

He didn’t make it.

We fought back, though.

We lived all along.

How do you recover from that?

Always, we feel profound loss, wishing we could be laughing and crying with friends we’ll never see again.

Writer. Runner. Marine. Airman. Former LGBTQ and HIV activist. Former ActUpNY and Queer Nation. Polyglot. Middle-aged, uppity faggot.

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