There’s still a lot of stigma; HIV’s related to sex and drugs, which are two things that make you “not a good person.” But really, really? Bullshit. Own your humanity and don’t judge people. I don’t care if I slept with 13,000 people and did heroin every day; I’m still a person. And, I might be a better person than you.
Yesterday was the 26th World AIDS Day, a number that both seems frighteningly long and curiously short, given that I, and so many others, have never known a world without AIDS. I often worry that the anxious awareness of the past has now grown stale and the cultural [...]
The other day at Barnes & Noble they'd just set up a new endcap display of musicians' autobiographies. Patti Smith's was there, Rod Stewart's was there, and so was Cyndi's. In my family, when you say "SIN-dee," you're referring to one of three people: Aunt Cindy, Aunt Cyndi, or Cyndi Lauper. The aunts haven't written their books yet, so obviously this one was by the latter — the one my uncle helped create. Once upon a time, many careers and homes and friendships ago, Patrick, my mom's older brother, was Cyndi's makeup artist, hairdresser, and stylist, through her screaming rise to fame in the '80s. Upon seeing the book, and [...]