One common phenomenon, in fact, and a poignant metaphor, Araya Baker, is that so many of us have address books half full of lined-out entries. Our friends who didn’t make it.

The grenade metaphor is apt and makes me remember in shuddering fear and horror, but think of it this way. For many of us, the grenade had already exploded, but we didn’t didn’t yet know who was filled with the toxin-bearing shards that would kill us, and who might have escaped. We looked around at one another, and we wondered.

Is he next?

Am I?

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

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