PGN Special Edition Coverage

Approximately 75 percent of LGBT older adults live alone. It is important, wherever we live, that we remain connected to others in the community for all types of supports. You have probably had the conversation with friends over the years in which someone suggested, “When we get older, we should buy a big house and all move in together. We can take care of each other.” Well, rather than taking that “radical” step and possibly ruining great friendships, here are some other options to consider.

Twenty-five years old, the federal Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) supports people with disabilities by establishing their legal right to fully participate in society. Among the groups that have benefited from the strong protections of the ADA are people living with HIV and AIDS. More than half of the people in the United States who are HIV-positive are over 50 years of age. They often face discrimination based on their age, race, sexual orientation, gender identity and/or HIV status.

It’s not a feeling I’d let myself get used to — that sense of relief and belonging. I want to savor it, so I can’t use it all at once. There’s something sour about the words “positive trans experience,” almost as though having good experiences with trans people is something meant to be scarce. It’s not, or it’s not supposed to be, but sometimes those brief moments when you’re in a solely, or mostly, trans space, it feels happy. There’s nothing inherently wrong with other spaces, like those with family, it’s just ... different. A different kind of happy.

 In December 2017, despite the online backlash and urging against it, the FCC, under the leadership of Ajit Pai (himself a former lawyer for Verizon,) voted to disband the net neutrality rules. Some readers might be under the impression that since then, we’ve been fine without net neutrality. In fact, net neutrality does not fully start to come apart until April 23, and with it, the protections that net neutrality provides.

 Suicide attempt,  I presume they assumed.

The fifth-floor drop resulted in two fractured shoulders, a shattered pelvis, several broken bones in the spine, and a nasty foot-long gash running along the left bicep. The appeal to stop my screaming was stronger than the appeal to determine the motivation behind the action. Hence, the narcotic sedation that rendered me mostly silent.

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