Morning

There’s a stillness to morning
just before the sky turns slowly silver,
before the reds become gold
that calls out,
kindly asking for attention,
it’s voice gentle and cool,
commanding and humble.
It keeps me from returning to sleep
with promises of discovery,
the smell of ancient spices on its breath
stirring the heart of the explorer within me.
I am moved, literally, to boots and hat and boat,
allowing my eyes and ears to be filled
with peaceful resolve
and my heart with itself-
the part that hears its own voice again
alone on the water.

DGS

The Secret Weapon in HIV Treatment

“I’m not taking my meds.”
That was out of the mouth of an HIV+ client more than halfway through our session.
I’ve heard this before and I wasn’t ready to go into emergency mode- yet.
“How long has it been?”
“Almost six months.”

OK, I’m in emergency mode.

The most effective HIV medication regimen is faithfully followed every day. There is room for a few lapses, but most experts agree that between 93-95% compliance with medication is necessary in order to utilize the full effectiveness of the medication and maximize the length of time the meds will work for an individual.

Skipping a dose or two of medication may not be catastrophic, but it does usually create a spike in viral load which in turn strains the immune system.

For people with HIV, who have immune systems which are “always on,” that strain can have visible consequences such as heavy fatigue, memory and other cognitive difficulties and a susceptibility to secondary illnesses such as colds and flu. There are also the side issues of depression and anxiety which can easily accompany any illness.

I was especially concerned because this client was still on the first regimen prescribed, and it’s generally believed that the first regimen will last the longest, so it’s important to help people maintain adherence from the start. HIV is a tricky little devil, it’s prone to mutate relatively quickly and develops resistance to treatment at a clip that keeps researchers working to create new medications and strategies at a steady pace. Stopping medication can speed up the resistance process.

But there are several other things that I know.

I know this client had been diagnosed with a high viral load right from the beginning, that he really had little choice about whether or not he was ready to commit to a lifetime of daily medication, treatment was necessary immediately.

I know that people who have to start medication very quickly after diagnosis are often overwhelmed by the shock of the news and the needs/fears involved in telling support people/families/partners, etc. The sudden worries, anxieties and frenzied thinking can last for quite a while. They are not always in the best place to make a lifetime decision. People in that stage may have to depend on loved ones to help them with treatment adherence.

I know that it’s vitally important that a PWH (person with HIV) be ready to commit- treatment adherence is much higher for those who have taken the necessary intellectual, emotional and physical steps to understand the importance of medication in their lives. One of my friends (who knows more about HIV meds than many doctors I’ve met) has said mental readiness is just as important to consider in making the decision to begin meds as Viral Load and CD4 counts. It’s that important.

I also know that HIV, untreated, damages the human body in ways that we may not realize for many years- it may be “dormant”, but it’s not idle. There seem to be two camps here. The first says everybody should take meds as soon as they are diagnosed to stop the damage of HIV in the body and lower the possibility of transmission to others. The second says that the meds and the accompanying side-effects are more damaging than HIV and one should resist taking them until they absolutely have to.

I tend to go towards taking them earlier than later simply because most studies (including the most recent) show that early treatment significantly prolongs life and health, and if I live longer, I might live long enough to be cured, or at least have a more effective treatment.

Having said that, I didn’t have a choice. I was one of those whose first diagnosis was HIV/AIDS- my CD4 count was 101, well below the AIDS definition line of 200, and I was very sick. It was important that I get on meds as soon as I could. And I did- the very next day, in fact. And I haven’t looked back.

I’ve missed one dose in 3 years, and that was because I was traveling in Europe and got the time changes mixed up. I’ve made taking meds part of my life, a good part, because I decided very early on that I wasn’t going to suffer because of my treatment.

When my doctor and I chose a treatment option, she explained to me the importance of taking them at the same time every day, and that my particular medicines required food to work properly. She then said, “Okay, let’s talk about the side-effects.” I quickly said, “Let’s not. I don’t want to put that stuff into my head right now. I’m just going to anticipate not having any if that’s all right with you. If I feel something weird going on, I’ll call you, okay?”

It was. And so my relationship with HIV meds was established on my terms, and (ironically?) I haven’t felt most of the things people often report while taking them. I also know that it’s a verifiable scientific fact that people over-report side-effects, and I just didn’t want to go there.

I have an interesting relationship with my medication. I refuse to hate them- they’re saving my life, and I refuse to complain about them for the same reason. I take my pills every morning, and I do something that some people find hokey, but it works for me. I hold them in my hand right before breakfast, look at them and say “Thank you. I hope someday I don’t need you,” and then I swallow/choke them down (there are 11 pills in my hand, including supplements).

So, as far as my client was concerned, I had a few issues to deal with:
1. I had to make sure he knew all the facts about the consequences of his “holiday”.
2. Was he then ready to get medical attention?
3. Was he ready to start treating his HIV?
4. Was he an imminent danger to himself or others?

We talked for a long time, eliminating in my mind any thoughts of danger to self/others, and taking a good, hard look at the possibility of depression in his avoidance. He is not completely open about his status with his friends and family, so we talked about his need to have people honestly care for his health, and that included himself.

He also decided that this lapse had actually helped strengthen his resolve to resume his treatment. We then made an appointment with his doctor. On the doctor’s advice he resumed taking his medicine that very day, and has remained consistent as of this writing. So far his regimen is working and he feels more committed and now has more support from people in his life to help keep him on track. He felt good enough to give me permission to use his story.

It’s just this kind of support that counts almost more than anything else. If people feel loved and supported, they naturally want to take better care of themselves- they make healthier choices and that includes adherence to their drug regimen.

That support doesn’t just come from other people- So, if you’re a PWH, look for ways you can support yourself and care for yourself-do something nice today, just for you. If you know and/or love a PWH, tell them how important they are to you- show them you care.

Simple? Yes, but the simplest options are often the easiest to overlook, open secrets if you will, and they can be extremely powerful.

Powerful enough to save a life.

…as sleep was flitting about my head like some annoying summer insect, I quietly gave in, leaving the world of information and business for the infinitely more pleasant world of nonsense, terror and transience.

Halloween Diversity

I’m sitting here in Butte, Montana in a former rectory in an uptown neighborhood handing out candy, and I am absolutely struck by the utter lack of concern on the part of pre-pubescent trick or treaters with conformity. I had a gorilla holding hands with a ballerina, a couple of little Darth Vaders (also holding hands for safety), a slew of lightsabered Jedi, clowns, scarecrows, cats, witches, wizards, firemen, cowboys- a lot of cowboys, devils, angels, a puppy, a nun, assorted monsters, a genie and, my personal favorite- a bearded miner complete with a pick and a lunch bucket.
They were polite, considerate of each other and respectful. They delighted in each others company, playfully kidded each other(“He’s a lawn gnome,””I AM NOT! I’m a WIZARD!”). Charmed and delighted, I found myself handing out much more candy than I had intended, making it necessary to turn off the porch light much earlier than the rest of the houses in the neighborhood. Oh well.
Call me an optimist, hopeless romantic or just a stooge.
I don’t care.
Those kids made me happy.

Saturday Quote 10/31:

“This Halloween, the most popular mask is the Arnold Schwarzenegger mask. And the best part?
With a mouth full of candy, you’ll sound just like him.” ~Conan OBrien

Being Gay IS A Choice

Recently I got a letter from someone I’ve known since childhood, who read my blog and felt compelled to write, “It disgusts me that you’ve made the choice to be Gay and go to Hell, especially with all your theological training.”

There was more, but that was the money quote. Of course, I felt compelled to respond.

“You are exactly right. Being Gay is a choice. It is a choice to respond with honesty, integrity and humility to thoughts and feelings that are not a choice. It is a choice to move away from the dark feelings of fear, self-loathing and dishonesty into the light of understanding, honesty, self-acceptance and respect. I have absolutely no choice about whether or not I am gay- I do have to make choices every day about faithfully following the heart that God gave me, as do you. Sometimes I fail. Sometimes I am not as kind or understanding or honest with myself or others about my thoughts and feelings. Sometimes I have thoughts of anger, as I have now, wondering why you feel it necessary to denounce me, someone you “fooled around” with in such an “unholy” manner years ago.

I don’t ask you to understand me, just to accept my experience. Maybe it’s like you never understanding how I could love broccoli when we were kids. Unexplainable, but you never questioned my sanity or the state of my soul because of it. I’m going to say that this is exactly the same thing. Broccoli lovers all over the world can’t explain why they enjoy eating broccoli, they just know they do. And so it is with my heart.

After years of struggling with guilt, shame and fear, I finally came to the simple conclusion that being gay is my honest reality. This was an understanding arrived at through years of self examination, pain and soul searching- it was not the product of indoctrination or brainwashing.

We all make choices. We can choose to feel better by making someone else feel bad, to condemn rather than try to understand, to be right or be happy. I’m sure you have made some choices I will never understand, but I hope I can, at least, give you the benefit of an attempt at explanation. That’s what I hope. That’s my goal. Because living my life in a way that’s faithful to my heart- well, that is the choice I want to make every day.”

Do Tell

Last night I was invited by my friends John and Mitch to the free concert given by The Air Force Academy Band. I wasn’t really sure what to expect- probably a lot of marches and rousing patriotic songs, but what the hell, it got me out of the house, and what they did they would probably do well.
The first half of the show began with Leonard Bernstein’s “Slava”, and initiated a melting pot theme, where songs from various cultural traditions and influences (French, Armenian, Italian, Polish, Spanish, Japanese) were featured, all beautifully done. Then, perhaps in a tantalizing taste of things to come, Ragtime’s “Wheels of a Dream” was performed nicely by two vocalists (in appropriate costume) and the band.
The intermission came, and, not having access to a program, I had no idea what was coming up next.
Well.
Shostakovich’s “Festive Overture” began the second act, a particularly festive, bubbly and perhaps ironic choice to lead into “Men of Ohio!” which was enhanced with the presence of a handsome (dare I say regal?) Drum Major in full regalia of sash, equestrian gloves, epaulets and, most notably, the oversized baton- who began facing the band with his left hand parked smartly on his hip and his (sparkling) baton raised in a manner that would make any Glinda impersonator proud.
It just got better.
This led us into a tribute to “the Dames of Broadway”, in which the emcee paid tribute to the many leading ladies of the theater, naming specifically Carol Channing, Barbra Streisand, Liza Minnelli and Judy Garland (does The Palace count as Broadway?). I was stunned. Delighted but stunned. What followed was a Show-tune Gay’s dream, notably: The Trolley Song; West Side Story’s “America”; Nothing Like a Dame; Sisters (with two men in drag); Victor/Victoria’s Lady of Seville-also featuring drag; Some Enchanted Evening; Don’t Rain on My Parade and Send in the Clowns.
Goodness. If they had sung Over The Rainbow, I wouldn’t have been surprised.
The final two numbers, “America the Beautiful” and a spirited medley of the Armed Forces Fight Songs seemed designed to refocus the show, and the encore, Sousa’s “Stars and Stripes Forever” did leave me with a bit of a patriotic tingle.
I don’t want to suggest that only gay people enjoy Broadway Show-tunes, pageantry and sparkling dramatic effect, and I certainly don’t want to negate the positive experience of a military band embracing ethnic and musical diversity, but… still, I couldn’t help but wonder who put the whole program together.

Don’t ask, Greg. Don’t ask.

Church Question

A friend asked me a question the other day. It was prompted by the Vatican releasing a statement last week about the sex-abuse of children, where the blame was placed squarely on the shoulders of gay priests. Link here.
He stated (rightly) that in his understanding, same-sex sexual abuse isn’t about being gay and he wanted to know if there was any evidence that most of the priests who molested these young boys were gay. My response:

I think it’s more of an issue of shame, impotence (sexual and institutional), and psychological repression. Many priests are caught in the middle. Gay? Maybe. But more importantly, the glaring and unspoken issue for me is this: What goes through the mind of a man who (ostensibly or obviously) cares for people, in order to justify the systematic dismembering of a child’s innocence, and what is its cause? The church seems uninterested in that question.

There has never really been a healthy attitude about sex in the church -to my mind, nor a realistic one.
As an example: the genuine experience of hundreds of thousands of LGBT human beings has been dramatically shelved in favor of principle- an argument that only makes sense if the church isn’t really very interested in the experience of human beings in the first place. They’re mainly interested in, as demonstrated historically, a scapegoat to draw attention away from (sadly) institutional inefficiency and insufficient care for persons.

Gay orientation may play a small role in sexual abuse, but from what I understand, it’s more of a disease of repression: repressed anger, frustration, etc.- emotions that the church has done little to address, by the way- not of sexual orientation. And with the guilt and shame being created by more forceful suppression, it’s not going to get any better

Violence

I was reminded recently in some separate conversations with friends about something I had written years ago. The conversations involved the angry outburst at the Summit a few weekends ago. One friend was in my corner: when that happens,”I send my blessings, not my energy.” The other was incredulous. “Why didn’t you fight back? Why did you just sit there and take it? That just gives them more power!”

My answer, what I had written, is this: Violence is a parasite- it cannot live without a host. But unlike most other parasites, it cannot live in a host that refuses it. If I can continue to refuse to accept it when it is presented to me, it will have difficulty spreading and be significantly weakened, maybe even die.

And what I experienced was violence. Anger, hatred, shame, abuse (both physical and emotional-including gossip), greed and fear are all violence in thin disguise, and I don’t want them in me.

I was reminded of a story of the Buddha:
A very angry and rude young man came up and began insulting the Buddha. “You have no right teaching others,” he shouted. “You are as stupid as everyone else. You are nothing but a fake.”
Buddha was not upset by these insults. Instead, he asked the young man, “tell me, if you buy a gift for someone, and that person does not take it, to whom does the gift belong ?” The man was surprised to be asked such a strange question and answered, “it would belong to me because I bought the gift.”
Buddha smiled and said ” that is correct. And it is exactly the same with your anger. If you become angry with me and I do not get insulted, then the anger falls back on you. You are then the only one who becomes unhappy, not me. All you have done is hurt yourself.”
The rude man’s anger was converted by this loving and wise response, and he became the Buddha’s devoted follower.

Shame, Confusion and Reality

This is the presentation I gave at the Montana LGBTIQ Summit (Powerpoint).
Shame,confusion,reality

And Word Document:
S,C,R:script