It's all old news, but I'm just not feeling the urge to update this thing lately, you know?
George is making more magic over at the all-new, all-different Negrophile, and way back on the 14th linked to the cover story of the latest edition of In These Times, The Changing Face of AIDS: Young black men bear the brunt of the epidemic:
AIDS has hit the entire black community disproportionately hard, regardless of gender or sexual orientation. African-Americans are 15 percent of the population in Illinois but make up 45 percent of all AIDS cases. AIDS is now the leading cause of death for African-American men between the ages of 25 and 44. If the HIV infection rates suggested by the CDC study are indicitive of all of the country’s urban centers, it would mean HIV infection rate among young black men who have sex with men may be 30 percent—as bad as infections rates in sub-Saharan Africa.
Nepotism alert: the story was written by my sister Karen, who also had a story in last month's issue of Curve, which I like to think of as "the only lesbian magazine I can pick up without seeing a Gay.com personals ad with Heather."
Speaking of whom, and keeping up the old news trend of this entry, you can help support her invaluable work at Scarleteen by ordering one of two "adorable little vibrators" at Early to Bed through the end of this month.
(Pauses to consider absurdity of plugging vibrators on blog, shrugs, plunges on)
(Worries about possible double entendres in previous parenthetical, shudders, continues)
What else? Spent a lovely weekend hanging out with Neogrammarian, bookended with two visits to Chicago Diner, because it's just that damn good (although Alice and Friends ain't too shabby either). Didn't get to see some Miyazaki films she'd brought, or pick up the new Finder trade, but why dwell on the negative? Seeing old friends is always a Good Thing.
Working the previous weekend at All-Star Fan Fest at McCormick Place, on the other hand, was not so much the Good Thing, but that's a story for later.
Which, the way I'm updating lately, probably means "never," but I assure you, it's not terribly interesting. . .
Even less so than what I normally post.
Things I didn't manage to work into the actual entry, but shouldn't just be left on the virtual cutting room floor:
A parenthetical wondering why I would be picking up any lesbian magazines in the first place.
Links to stories at Newsarama about Neil Gaiman and Grant Morrison's upcoming comics work, from announcements at The Con Formerly Known as San Diego.