Reasons to be Cheerful

1. A very nice out of town trip. So good to get away from everything that was upsetting me. I hope I have more perspective now on everything.

2. The sequel to EWFS continues to float around my head. Oddly, it would appear that with war coming in EWFS, everyone is cheerful. But with war over, everyone is angsty. Hrm.

3. ballyharnon. Because angeldemaria welcomed me home, which made my day yesterday and started this whole cheerfulness thing. Because she introduced me to regardingmoony. Because she just posted Chapter 6 of Of Silver to the SBRL list. Because she frolicked in my LJ during Pride and gave me a preview. Because she rocks harder than anyone in the fandom, period.

4. Just this morning: the meeting between deanthomas and theirishwonder, which you can see in Dean's LJ. Oh yeah, baby. Read it and see why Seamus/Dean is the bestest, ever. ::floats away in bliss::

5. alexmalfoy, who has to be the most entertaining person on the planet.

6. vanityfair's LUW 11, for which I am formulating a thoughtful review.

7. The CR crew: raymarie, lilito, syddle, o0oisiso0o, Katie (who isn't here yet but we're working on it) and the MIA and much-missed Ophelia. RIP CR.

8. Everyone I have met here through Aja, John and Alex. Every time a new person wanders into my LJ I feel that much more connected. And honored, frankly.

9. My twin, the evil twins, the gardener of special flowers, the wrangler of the cast of thousands, the missed and loved, and, yes, the enforcer. You know why.

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I heard a shocking statistic today, and it made me think of an old friend.

Jeff was a year behind me in high school. He had floppy blond hair and brown eyebrows and sort of looked like George Michael. Which was okay, since it was the mid-80s. When our two classes took a trip to Washington, DC, he and I sat next to each other on the bus sharing one set of headphones, listening to The Cure instead of the tour guide. We had school band together (he played percussion, I played saxophone). We went to tons of concerts; that's about all there was to do in Portland if you were under age. We saw Simple Minds, and Corey Hart open for Rick Springfield, and Bon Jovi open for Ratt. Jeff and C____ were the only friends I invited to my family graduation party. I still have a picture of him talking to my niece Sunny, who was then about seven.

The next spring, Jeff became the first guy my age to come out to me. In a sense, he was my first fag, and I was his first hag. He was about to go to the University of Miami and couldn't wait to get out of our stupid little town, just like me the year before. We went to a Sting concert. We wrote to each other over the next year and saw each other that next summer, too.

The Christmas of 1989, I saw Jeff back home. His face looked a lot thinner but he had always been a bit round of face so I just assumed he had lost his puppy fat. But that April, he was back home, feeling very ill indeed. By the time I came home late that June, he was confined to bed. Before I left for school again that fall, he was gone. Just like that.

The statistic? In a recent study of young gay and bisexual men in urban centers in the US, 77% of those who tested positive for HIV didn't even know they were positive.

Some of you are too young to remember when AIDS was a quick death sentence like it was for Jeff, too young to remember when people were dropping like flies all around us. AIDS is not a rite of passage. AIDS is not a chronic but manageable disease. AIDS still kills people every day. Some don't respond to the cocktail of protease inhibitors and other drugs; for others, it stops working. It affects all of us, regardless of gender or orientation. So protect yourself, and get tested if you think you should.

(And now, I'm giving the soapbox back to johnwalton.)