Dear Readers: No Struggle Session this week, as I’m still recovering from shoulder surgery. Instead, please enjoy this column from February 1995 — back when every letter opened with “Hey, Faggot.” (And back before our online archives start.) Much thanks to the Tech-Savvy, At-Risk Youth for digging through old print clippings!
HEY, FAGGOT: My partner and I have been together over five years, got married in DC during the ‘93 March on Washington, own a house together, blah, blah, blah. He has developed full-blown AIDS and will be going on disability soon. My health is fine; in fact, even though I am HIV+, my doctor has retested me twice to verify the results because my T-cell count is so high. The problem is sex and intimacy. There is none. He stopped all sexual contact with me almost a year ago. I assume he isn’t “getting it” anywhere else, although I wish he were, so...