AIDS

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The Limits of Compassion

On PEPFAR, the President’s Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief, and the experience of covering AIDS in Africa.

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Sex Without Fear

The debate surrounding Truvada, the first drug approved by the FDA to prevent HIV.

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Magic Act: The Making Of Earvin Johnson, AIDS Saint

“His life with the virus would be his witness, his public testimony. Performance as life, and life as performance.”

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The Men Who Want AIDS—and How It Improved Their Lives

The benefits of getting sick in New York.

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Jailed for Success

Why Iran punished two leading AIDS doctors.

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A Complete History of Gerbiling So Far

Richard Gere, AIDS anxiety and the search for the “Original Gerbil.”

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Please Don't Infect Me, I'm Sorry

Sex and status disclosure in the age of Grindr and undetectable HIV-levels.

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Odd Blood: Serodiscordancy, or, Life With an HIV-Positive Partner

I've grown, over the last few months, the beginnings of concerned; he's started to suffer bouts of malaise. Nothing too regular, or too terrible: mild stomach aches, sore joints, general lethargy. In anyone else, it could be anything, etc. In Chad, I grow attuned to the slightest variation in temperature, to the distracted look behind his eyes when food isn't sitting with him.
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Keith Haring: An Intimate Conversation

A profile of the artist.

"Unfortunately, death is a fact of life. I don't think it's happened to me any more unfairly than to anyone else. It could always be worse. I've lost a lot of people, but I haven't lost everybody. I didn't lose my parents or my family. But it's been an incredible education, facing death, facing it the way that I've had to face it at this early age."

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Her Own Flesh and Blood

A family of Georgia churchgoers contracted the plague of their time, HIV. Some survived, some didn’t—this is the story of their family over thirty years.

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Life After Death

How is Canada’s “post-AIDS” generation coping? Not that well.

[I]n some ways we are still hopelessly lost. A generation of men who could have been our mentors was decimated. The only thing we learned from observing them was to ruthlessly identify “AIDS face,” that skeletal appearance the early HIV drugs wrought on patients by wasting away their bodily tissues. But those faces grow more rare each day.