In the early days of GRID, HTLV III, ARC, HIV and AIDS, I went to (IIRC) at least 2 Shanti weekends. It was part of the AIDS Buddy training and I don't regret doing it. (Met a BF at the first one)
We discussed Kubler-Ross, did death visualizations, some weird New Agey stuff and had some counseling pointers for talking to HIV patients if they wanted to bring up that topic.
At one of the weekends, the presenter revealed his + status and the disturbing circumstances surrounding his sero-conversion. That was tough.
The attendees were gays, Lesbians, care givers, and family members of some of the clients in the buddy program.
As for subsequent (and prior and concurrent) events regarding losing 40 of my friends and acquaintances to HIV, it was truly a miserable experience. Even somehow taking Brian off the list, it was still awful. The Grim Reaper and I go way back, almost wish he were real, he's got some 'splainin' to do.
Regarding my demise, being shot by an extremely jealous Sam Elliot for fucking his boyfriend Robert Redford, and then Elliot fucking me as I bleed out, would be about as good as I could hope for. Failing that, dying in my sleep would be a distant second place.
We discussed Kubler-Ross, did death visualizations, some weird New Agey stuff and had some counseling pointers for talking to HIV patients if they wanted to bring up that topic.
At one of the weekends, the presenter revealed his + status and the disturbing circumstances surrounding his sero-conversion. That was tough.
The attendees were gays, Lesbians, care givers, and family members of some of the clients in the buddy program.
As for subsequent (and prior and concurrent) events regarding losing 40 of my friends and acquaintances to HIV, it was truly a miserable experience. Even somehow taking Brian off the list, it was still awful. The Grim Reaper and I go way back, almost wish he were real, he's got some 'splainin' to do.
Regarding my demise, being shot by an extremely jealous Sam Elliot for fucking his boyfriend Robert Redford, and then Elliot fucking me as I bleed out, would be about as good as I could hope for. Failing that, dying in my sleep would be a distant second place.
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
