The public need to know that our NHS is being privatised, not through the back door, but very blatantly through the front. There may as well be very large advertising placards directed at potential providers, promising in twelve-foot type: "If you can do it cheaper - it's yours." I've seen the effects that privatisation can have in other areas of the country - in Milton Keynes, Trafford, Teeside and Leicester. I also know that other colleagues all over the country are currently going through the same nightmare. In fact, it is likely that all of our NHS sexual health services will be put out to tender in the next few years. It is really rather desperate.
Up until the age of 40 (2002) I was a responsible gay man. I ensured that I used protection every time I had a casual sexual encounter. I was not in a committed relationship at that stage, so it was not even an option for me to bareback with someone. I found that exceptionally scary at the time, as I was aware of how easy it was to contract STDs, especially HIV.
Here is what Stop Porn Culture has to say to porn performers: Don't come to our conference to protest, come to organize with us against an industry that treats you as a commodity, when they can make a profit off of you, and then as a liability if you speak out about the harms done to you physically and emotionally.
I think all of us who have attended an International AIDS Conference in some capacity will agree that events of this kind are few and far between. I go to many conferences both as a delegate and speaker and nothing rivals the pure energy, colour and emotion that International AIDS conferences bring to the people that attend them, in the first instance and secondly, to the cities that host them...
On this day, 20 years ago, the film-maker, painter, sculptor, gardener, author and queer rights activist Derek Jarman died of HIV. One of Britain's leading post-1945 avant garde artists, he is best remembered for his dazzling array of ground-breaking films. But it was as a HIV and queer rights campaigner that I knew him best.
The story I'm going to tell concerns three individuals, whom we'll call (with a hat-tip to Mr Tarantino) Mr Pink, Mr Orange and Mr Black. The reason I'm telling these stories is that last week during my HIV clinic, three of my patients were diagnosed with acute viral hepatitis C. This is how it happened.
As the epidemic continues to rage today, we need ACT UP's inspiring message more than ever. I am endlessly amazed by the difference between the public and the private face of HIV in the UK; between the shiny NGO propaganda and the hard reality on the ground; between the grandiose intentions of HIV policy-makers and what is happening in practice.