It was a pretty good day yesterday.

I drove to Bozeman and had a half-hour with Ken before he went to work at 1 and I went to lunch with a friend. I then spoke to first year medical students from the WWAMI program with two wonderful Lesbians (I was the token gay male HIV+ therapist). And then we had a fantastic HIV+ support group that night, kissed Ken goodbye,  and drove back to Butte,  getting home just in time to walk Sars to bed. A whirlwind day with not a lot of time between events.

A good day.

It was all good, but I have to say, talking and listening to those medical students warmed my heart. They listened to us talk about our experiences of sexuality and prejudice,  complaints about medical practitioners, and our own health challenges. They listened to us as we honestly shared what it was like for us (and some of our friends) to walk into a doctor’s office and be treated poorly or treated with respect and dignity. They were all attentive and respectful, and a few even contacted me later for a few extra questions. They did this with all the openness of real students, students interested in the truth, interested in people and, in the end, interested in my and my friendly lesbians’ experiences.

That made me happy.

I told them how I loved that they’re listening, that they’re genuinely interested in making a difference, that they want to HELP. And I do. Love that, I mean.

Because that’s what links us all.