December 2008 Archives

Last night was great- Gwenn and I finally went to what has been described as the best place to eat in Charlottesville: The Clifton Inn. Here are some pics of our big night out.

I'm far from a restaurant critic. I eat cereal twice a day and make a mean grilled cheese sandwich. But I have been to some good places, and know the difference between good and great food. And the reputation of the Clifton Inn is totally warranted. Aside from the incredible delectables that satisfied carnavour (Me) and herbavour (Gwenn) alike for four scrumptuous courses, what made the outing extra special was the opportunity to see two of my buddies who work there.

Dean, the head chef, moved to Waynesboro when he was in elementary school and grew up on the same street as I did, Crompton Road. He is a year older, which was a huge difference back in the 5th and 6th grade. I remember him trying to tolerate me and my friends, an obnoxious crew hellbent on destruction. "Of all the streets to move to," he must have thought.

If you read my book, Dean was there the day my brother beat up one of his friends for tackling me too hard. We were just a couple of scraggly-haired kids then. Now we're a couple of scraggly-haired men.

It's funny to think back to those times, and part of the fun tonight was sitting back to admire the incredible accomplishments of a fellow Crompton Road alumni.

The other guy I know there is chef extraordinaire, Karma. He's one of the cool guys I've gotten to know through shooting pool at Rapture on the downtown mall over the last several years. We call him "Karma the Chameleon". Right now, we're on the #1 ranked 8-ball team in Charlottesville. Karma must strut around town, not only does he cook for the best restaurant, he also plays for the best 8-ball team, the Overlords of Kesmai. (Yes, that's our team name.)

Tonight was great. From the food to the folks I got to be with. Gwenn and I promised to make Clifton a holiday tradition, and it's the most fun we've had since we've been home, just a really relaxed night and some good eats. We celebrated a great semester of travelling and educating together, and gave thanks for everything we have, including our health and happiness.

And speaking of happiness, I'm glad to have retained the youthful spirit that allows me to don a holiday sweater, even on pool league nights. Yet I am beyond grateful for the opportunity I've had to grow older. To have a night like this, to get dressed up and go out on the town for a nice meal with the love of my life.

What could be better than that?

Positively Yours,

Shawn

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Nothing says holiday cheer like a humorous memoir about AIDS. Show the ones you love that you care, and get them a copy of My Pet Virus.

As a holiday treat, please feel free to download this song (co-written with Kyle Wiggins), Synthetic Division's "The Line of Fire", for free! (Synthetic Division is my synth duo.)

Be sure to visit ShawnandGwenn.com to learn about my educational work at colleges and universities.

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Every or every other Christmas, I search the Earth high and low for a holiday sweater that captures the essence of the spirited season.

In the past, I've gone with the traditionally gaudy sweater vest, but this year, I took a risk and opted to go with sleeves. Hope you approve of this year's selection, and that you are having a safe and happy holiday season!

Positively Yours,

Shawn

Well, I co-co-hosted a pageant. With Kristi Lauren Glakas (Miss Virginia 2005/badass) and Hannah Kiefer (Miss Virginia 2007/badass). You can see pictures here.

Both of my esteemed colleagues did well at Miss America as state title holders, finishing at 3rd runner-up; so they know their pageants. My main job last Saturday night was to utilize my dorky charm to set the audience at ease. Should be easy for someone who sets people at ease over the topic of AIDS, right?

Well...

Usually I'm confronted with an audience that asks questions about my personal life. That's easy, because I know all the answers to those. And if I don't, Gwenn's got my back.

Well, on Saturday night at Miss Williamsburg, the only question the big sweaty blob of nervous supporters wanted answered was: who is going to win? And I, nor my co-hosts, had the answer to that one.

Still, I had a great time. There's a line that is read at every local pageant. It is delivered before the Talent competition, and goes something like this. "Remember, these are not professional performers... at least, not YET."

Well, at the dramatic pause, I did an impromptu tap dance, and let Kristi and Hannah say, "Not YET!" I thought it was gold, pure showbiz gold that was a risk of causing that stage in the auditorium of Bruton High School to come crashing down to Earth.

The tap got a lukewarm response, but we got a laugh about it backstage. "We're dropping a charisma bomb on those people whether they like it or not," I said to my co-hosts as we huddled. Later, while Kristi and Hannah were out there, I heard a crackling noise, and looked out to see them doing a goofy tap dance together. Gimmick infringement!

It was a pretty awesome night, and I really had a great time not speaking about AIDS for a change.

Positively Yours,

Shawn

Gwenn and I are finally home, having swept in and out of "The Little Apple", Manhattan, Kansas this week, our last talk of World AIDS Week 2008.

We just made it to K-State, too. Wisely we'd taken the first flight out from Richmond, which meant we landed in Kansas City before a snowstorm hit. When we woke up from a very long nap, the ground was white. Drivable for us (the school was two hours away), but enough to cause flight delays. On the way back home the next day, we heard someone saying that a few of the later flights had been cancelled.

But travel turmoil- averted or otherwise- is not what you want to read about. You're in the holiday spirit, and you'd probably prefer the heart-warming, hot cocoa, warm-fuzzies stuff.

Well, a lot of that happened in the last few weeks. And I'd be remiss if I didn't give a big shout out to all the places that invited me and Gwenn to speak: Buena Vista University, Southeast Community College in Lincoln, NE, the AIDS Task Force of Great Cleveland, Baldwin-Wallace College (Berea, OH), The University of Toledo and Kansas State University. We can't thank you enough for letting us share our story, and help educate some folks along the way.

One story I want to share at this moment occurred in Cleveland, over the course of the last two years.

In December of 2006, I shared a story about being recognized by a bookstore manager named Jonathan. "Your book is in my bathroom right now!" He was so happy to see me that he called his partner, David, who was in the hospital recovering from a heart attack.

"We're like the gay version of you guys," Jonathan said with a smile. "I'm the negatoid, David's the positoid." He so connected with the story, that he ran off to get his cell phone to call David, exclaiming, "You won't believe who is the bookstore right now!"

My ego and spirit were soaring. The book had just come out, and it was selling modestly. My expectations, given the magnitude of the work of genius, were unrealistically high, and by this point reality was setting in that I wasn't going to reach my goal of selling 100,000 copies in a year.

After Jonathan's greeting, I'd forgotten all about my poo-poo attitude about the goal. When I asked to talk to David, my mind raced for something good. Something witty; it's a lot of pressure being someone's bathroom read. "David? I heard my book made your heart stop beating." We laughed, and I gave the phone back to Jonathan and we exchanged hugs before leaving. On the way out, Gwenn said. "See? Your book is reaching people."

I knew it was, and that moment reminded me of what was important- the real goal before I got stupid about thinking of numbers. My original goal was to tell my story in a way that people enjoyed and could connect with. After meeting Jonathan and David, I never again felt like my book was anything less than a success.

In August of 2007, I was back in Cleveland for a conference called Staying Alive. After I spoke, a guy came up to me and introduced himself as David, the person I'd spoken to from his hospital bed eight months before. We shared a big positoid hug, and I told him to tell Jonathan I said hello. In my heart, I felt really fortunate that our paths had crossed once again, and was happy to see that David was out of the hospital and looking healthy as a horse.

This past August, I got an incredibly sad email from Jonathan. He informed me that in February of this year, David started to have trouble breathing, that complications from an open heart surgery were starting to reveal themselves. David's t-cell count remained high, and his viral load remained low as it became clearer that the ravages of Ideopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis were going to be tough to overcome.

Even so, Jonathan stated, David's spirit remained strong as he repeatedly said: "New definition of irony - the AIDS didn't get me."

A past president of the AIDS Taskforce of Cleveland, the group immediately honored David Feldt by naming their continuing education program after him. I make a lot out of my horoscope sign being Cancer- a disease- and having the initials "S.T.D." Maybe David bonded with my story because he was born on April Fool's Day?

(He passed on, of all days, the 4th of July.)

On the day after World AIDS Day this year, Gwenn and I spoke for the AIDS Taskforce that David Feldt once led. We spoke to his best friends, his sister, his colleagues. We spoke to clients of the group and got to catch up with his partner, Jonathan.

When he introduced us, Jonathan shared the story of how, when he met David, it was David who was worried about the complications of dating someone who didn't have HIV. By the time he got to our meeting in his bookstore- I already had tears in my eyes, the tribute to his partner was beautiful. And I once again felt so very lucky to stumble into that bookstore that day.

During our talk, I was describing one of the more serious aspects of my history with HIV, my AIDS diagnosis in 1999. "I'd lost close to thirty pounds, my t-cells had dropped to below 50..." As I was going on, an ambulance outside the hotel kept getting louder and louder. It sounded like the ambulance was going to burst through the wall, so I stopped speaking for a second. Then promised everyone that this wasn't an audio trick to ramp up the drama.

Everyone laughed.

Somehow, I believe David was laughing, too. His spirit was in that room, and I felt it the rest of the week as Gwenn and I travelled and spoke about our reality with HIV, and what people need to know to protect themselves.

So now I'm home, making the yearly transition from red ribbons to gaudy holiday sweater vests. As I do so, I am thinking about how honored I am to have had the opportunity to meet David Feldt, ever-so-briefly, on this plain we are all currently inhabiting.

Positively Yours,

Shawn

The friends and family of David Feldt. (That's Jonathan in the white-striped shirt.)

Looking for a Stocking Stuffer?

Nothing says holiday cheer like a humorous memoir about AIDS. Show the ones you love that you care, and get them a copy of My Pet Virus.

As a holiday treat, please feel free to download this song (co-written with Kyle Wiggins), Synthetic Division's "The Line of Fire", for free! (Synthetic Division is my synth duo.)

Be sure to visit ShawnandGwenn.com to learn about my educational work at colleges and universities.

Haven't seen a real blog in a day or so? Follow Shawn's cellphone micro-blogging at Twitter.com.

You can check out photos from last week's World AIDS Day travels by going here. Thanks again to Southeast Community College (Lincoln, NE), the AIDS Task Force of Greater Cleveland, Baldwin-Wallace College (Berea, OH) and the University of Toledo for having us! I'll be posting a proper blog soon!

Positively Yours,

Shawn

World AIDS Week is about to end. And it's the most wonderful time of the year- there are red ribbons everywhere, discussion about HIV prevention is abound and condoms are always well within reach.

This week, Gwenn and I have spoken at Southeast Community College in Lincoln, Nebraska, for the AIDS Task Force of Greater Cleveland, at Baldwin-Wallace College and the University of Toledo. Today, Gwenn and I are on our way home, and I'll share some road stories once I get the photos loaded in...

Plus, the work isn't quite done yet- next week we speak in Kansas.

As I mentioned, I got another sore throat right before we left, and Gwenn was an angel, doing all the driving. She was guided by "Norman", our new GPS unit, which I named after Norman Bates from Psycho since it speaks in a feminine voice. Now, as we're heading home today, Gwenn is starting to feel under the weather as I am making a full recovery.

Her timing is much better than mine.

Hope everyone had as great of a week as I did. It was very inspiring, and a big thanks again to everyone who brought me and Gwenn out to share our message of prevention and education. You are what makes this pre-season, red-ribboned time of year special for us, and we are honored each time we get the opportunity to open another mind as to why sexual health and compassion for those living with HIV are important topics.

Important topics for every season.

Positively Yours,

Shawn

Today marks the 20th anniversary of World AIDS Day. Wear a red ribbon, tell someone you have AIDS even if you don't. Make people aware in any way you can. Be creative!

To think back to the first World AIDS Day, one year after my diagnosis, is a bit trippy... I did everything I could to avoid the topic, plus I had better things to think about. (I was 13- video games and girls.) I've been fortunate the last several World AIDS Days. Every year, Gwenn and I go out for at least a week, doing a series of talks, just explaining how our relationship works and what we do to keep Gwenn safe from HIV.

World AIDS Day is needed, and it is vital.

Your local paper may have a listing of an event in your community- think about attending. Even if it's as simple as buying a cup of coffee at Starbucks (they are donating 5 cents for every drink sold today to the Global Fund). That adds up, and before you knock 5 cents (lots of idiots on Facebook were), multiply that many thousands of times over and be thankful that a corporate giant isn't afraid to associate itself to the cause.

After twenty years of World AIDS Days, we still have a long way to go. Through dumb luck/unconditional love I've been able to survive. My health is good enough that I most definitely have 20 more World AIDS Days left in me, and I will continue to speak out and honor the memory of those we have lost- and will continue to lose- along the way.

Positively Yours,

Shawn