Over 2,600 executives, human resources and diversity professionals, employee resource groups and lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) people and allies gathered in Dallas, Texas, October 25-28, to share their best practices and ideas for creating workplaces where all people are safe, accepted, and valued, inclusive of all sexual orientations, gender identities, characteristics, and expressions.
On Tuesday, January 10, 2012 the American Astronomical Society at their annual meeting in Austin Texas awarded Frank Kameny a certificate of appreciation, received by Charles Francis.
In 2007, LPN interviewed author and AIDS activist Patrick Moore via email. Moore is the author of the 2004 published Beyond Shame, reclaiming the abandoned history of radical gay sexuality. We wanted to know how his views had changed since the publication of the book and his cross-country move to Los Angeles.
How do you tell someone you’re HIV positive, especially in the sexually charged environment of a bathhouse? It’s not a place to talk. It’s not designed for that. The arrogance of the negative men, presuming that everyone there is negative, pisses me off. I mean—you fucking idiot: you’re naked, you paid to get in, you’re looking for sex with gay men, HIV has been around 25 years—and you’re shocked, stunned, when I tell you I’m positive. Well, you deserve what you get, you stupid prick.
I was on the way to Yosemite when I got the news that Farrah Fawcett had died. I spent a lot of time over the course of the weekend thinking about her, and the loss of a piece of my childhood. It was either that or think about the pain in my legs as I hiked up to Half Dome. This seemed like the better distraction. But let me back up to put this in a better context.
25 years ago I met my life partner AIDS. We’ve gone through everything together. And when I say everything, I mean it. Like most people when they have a partner they don’t look for one another. They might play with others even at the same time. In the early 80s it was normal to share your boy with others. I was just that: a boy, to a man who had lots of money and gave me everything I wanted. I wasn’t looking for another partner, and certainly not looking for this one. This is our story of how I fought and did everything to hide my shame for this new found partner of mine.
The American Astronomical Society held their winter meeting last week in Long Beach. I was there with roughly 2,400 of my fellow astronomers. As usual I caught up with the handful of openly gay astronomers many whom I have known since graduate school. Then on Wednesday, a friend introduced me to an aspiring astronomer, who in his forties has decided to go back to school in physics to fulfill his dream. Openly gay for over 20 years, he suddenly found himself thrown in with 20-somethings students and is seriously wondering whether he can be gay and have a career in the sciences.
Last weekend, when I read the Op-Ed by Jasmyne Cannick in the LA Times, on honeymoon with my husband Jeff no less, I got angry. Since then I had more time to think. Today I believe that funneling our energy into anger towards other minorities, is not only unjustified, but detracts us from the work that needs to be done. I’m also excited about the new found sense of outrage that brings us gays and lesbians and our friends out into the streets. It’s been a long time since we felt so united. Let’s keep it up.
What’s worse–being black or being gay? At least you don’t have to tell your parents you’re black. I heard this joke some twenty years ago, and it still resonates with me. It was brought to mind again this week when I read a particular op-ed piece in the LA Times this past Saturday. Jasmyne Cannick wrote a very biting criticism of the opponents of proposition 8.
As a gay man reading Barack’s Obama first book “Dreams from My Father” I found myself intrigued by how much of his life’s story seemed familiar. Although on the surface Barack’s life couldn’t be more different from mine. Born on Hawaii, early childhood memories of Indonesia, college in Los Angeles, a brief period in New York and eventually settling in Chicago. How can this story be similar to growing up in a small Bavarian town in southern Germany?