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By Vince Crisostomo
I tested positive for HIV in May of 1989. At the time, I didn’t know anything about the disease and I didn’t totally understand how it was spread. There had been a rumor in the ’80s that Asians didn’t get HIV and my friends and I didn’t know anybody with HIV.
Once I learned about the disease, I knew immediately where I had gotten it, because I had only practiced unsafe sex with one person. After my partner died in October 1991, I really didn’t think I had much time left. I wanted to do something meaningful, so I decided to do work in HIVawareness — because if it could happen to me, then it could happen to anyone. I thought I’d do this for two or three years at the most. Instead, it’s been nearly ten.
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A Hard Time with Family
It’s tough being your parents’ child, but Raymond Li knows the ins and outs of being Chinese and American.
Lead Editorial: Imagine That
Imagine a hate crime investigation, in which police talk only to the perpetrator — well, if you know the Wen Ho Lee case, you don’t have to stretch your imagination much.
Letters to the Editor:
Hello, Some Asians Eat Dogs; Tofu, Not Toto; Don’t Jerk Journalists; Calling for Support for Taiwan; Thank You for Telling My Story.
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