Once, We Were Heroes
My brother Richard smiles a lot. He has an easy laugh. But there was a time, years ago, when he held a poisonous drink in his hands and begged his dying lover not to swallow it. A time when Richard held the con...
Mark S. King: Those offended by #NoJusticeNoPride should learn LGBT history
Hell hath no fury like a privileged white gay man who has waited too long for the next Pride parade contingent to sashay by.
When #NoJusticeNoPride blocked the D.C. Pride parade route on June 10, causing an ...
When Atlanta AIDS activists hijacked the Olympic rings
The International Olympic Committee (IOC) is a very touchy organization, most especially when it comes to the Olympic rings. They guard their trademark jealously and litigiously, commonly suing anyone who dares...
Mark S. King: I learned my brother was gay from The Advocate
It was 1975 and I was 14 years old, all gangly limbs and stubborn acne, and I was sitting in the passenger seat of his parked car. Splayed across my lap was the magazine, open to the page he had selected. I was...
Health Alert: Why I wiped HIV off my face
Some years ago, I told someone that I was HIV positive before I agreed to his invitation for a date. “Yeah, I know,” he casually replied, and then he looked a little embarrassed, as if he shouldn’t have said it...