Saturday, June 04, 2011

AIDS at 30

Wasn't there supposed to be a cure by now? It's been 30 years since AIDS entered our conciousness. There's been a lot of discussion about it. The fine journalist Karen Ocamb asked me to write a personal essay on AIDS. I chose to remember my friend James Sakakura (pictured above). Here's my contribution:

My standard of beauty at the time was some white guy. Seeing James, a well-built Asian man with a bald head and full lips made my head spin. He challenged my concept of beauty. Read more here.

1 comment:

Cheryl said...

This essay is a beautiful memorial to your friend, and it also captures the bittersweet weirdness of living long after a loss.