#WorldAIDSDay2025: remembering my boyfriend who died of #AIDS in London in 1983 before there were any retrovirals or effective treatment of any kind; the AIDS crisis isn't over — it's just different — & we need renewed commitment to end the scourge of #HIV/AIDS... #WorldAIDSDay

It's World AIDS Day. My father has a panel on the AIDS Quilt. He was 39 when he died. If you've never taken a digital walk through The Aids Quilt, and the Library of Congress digitization of the entries, I hope you'll consider it. www.aidsmemorial.org/interactive-... www.loc.gov/collections/...

This is my uncle, who died of AIDS in 1988. Only 10 years my senior, when I'd stay with my grandparents, he was my babysitter. He made me peanut butter toast and let me listen to his records (he was a huge Melanie fan) and then we'd head off to the hippie bookstore. I miss him so much.

This unacknowledged World AIDS day, I'm remembering my two beloved uncles who died of AIDS in the 90s: Steven Schultz (seen in the photo) and Don Reid. They lived on the upper west side of Manhattan, in a stretch of apartments along the West Side Highway and I vividly remember their small apartment.

Trump not acknowledging does not erase World AIDS Day. Too many lost. Government failure. Today for those who died of and those who just couldn’t go on. Steve and Dennis. Laura and I will always love you. Our family.

Many personal and professional layers to #WorldAidsDay for me. My Uncle Joe was a gay man who contracted HIV in the 1980’s pandemic. I watched him suffer for years, wasting away from AIDS until he died at just age 39, when I was 9. Massive impact on me and my reasons for becoming a nurse.

My dad's best friend from high school, Dean, died of AIDs when I was a kid. We did this quilt for him (I helped paint the Pooh and Tigger.) I'm glad there's a place I can periodically check it out and be reminded of him. I didn't know him long but all my memories are wonderful. He was a gem.

Here is an article that was written in the @latimes.com shortly after my father lost his battle with AIDS in 1986

My mom and my aunts sewed a panel for my uncle when he died. I've had the chance to see parts of the quilt in person, the most recently was in Toronto in 2006, and it is such a beautiful tribute, seeing the art and love that surrounded each person, which is what also makes it so devastating.

My friend Dickie and me in 98 I think, before he died in 2000. He was one of the first people to believe in my writing even though I was so young, and I’m so grateful to the generation of AIDS activists who shaped my politics and my understanding of what it means to be queer.

Me and my best friend J. at the AIDS Memorial Quilt in DC. 1987? He died not long after this at the age of 27. I still think of him almost every day. #worldaidsday #neverforget

My uncle, Douglas Colesworthy, on the AIDS Memorial Quilt. He died in 1987. Silence = death.

Bruce was my choir director and probably the first person I knew that died of AIDS. Here is is patch on the AIDS Quilt. He’s probably the best music teacher I ever had. #worldaidsday

My mom made this panel of the AIDS Memorial quilt for nine of her friends who died. Kenny was my beautiful, funny friend and roommate; he died in 1990 and I still think of him so often. Silence = Death.

Commemorating World AIDS Day with a personal loss and tribute: Friend and former bandmate, Steve Vincent, who died at 30. Fuck Reagan and trump.

My older brother, Geoffrey a businessman who lived in L.A. died from AIDS in 1990. He’s the boy kneeling on the right. I really miss him. He was a fussy neat freak, expert photographer and very protective of me. Very glad people with AIDS have life saving treatments available. ❤️❤️❤️ #WorldAIDS

Let me give you a visual. On the right was my brother, Jack. He was my mentor and more a father than our father was to us. Both father and brother died 5 months apart. Jack had HIV/AIDS. I was the only one at his funeral.

I missed world aids day but oh well. this is my uncle victor, he died of aids about 10 years before I was born. i was named for him and i used the feminized version of it as my middle name to honor him. i always wished growing up he was still here so I wasn't the only queer person in the family

I know I'm a day late, but I want to celebrate my best friend, Paul King, who died after a six year battle with AIDS. His boyfriend was one of the first cases in San Francisco.Other friends of mine did not survive that long. It didn't have to happen this way. #WorldAIDSDay

My brother died of AIDS in 1995. He nearly made it to the moment when drug treatments became available.

#WorldAIDSDay #WorldAIDSDay2025 #whatisrememberedlives

Given Trump’s latest actions, it’s a good day to give @theaidsmemorial.bsky.social a follow 🔺👍

I make a point of reading one post a day on @theaidsmemorial.bsky.social FB page. Never easy reading, but I feel I must. Does that make sense? A rather sad post today where the poster talked about survivors guilt, having seen his best friend and former partner die of Aids in the 80's and 90's. 😢

My late lover, Mark, died 43 years ago next month, alone in a Seattle ICU, another HIV/AIDS casualty. The viral attack came fast as did death. He phoned from the hospital in tears, asking me to remember him. We then lived two states apart. His last gift was a studio pic. I just AI-animated it.❤️‍🩹🎈

Thinking of my friend Gary Way today. ❤️ The AIDS Memorial Quilt, begun in 1987, is the world’s largest community folk art project. You can find Gary on Panel #0233. aidsmemorial.org

@theaidsmemorial.bsky.social I worked with a man named Mike Pascoe. We were Met Police Traffic Wardens in London’s West End. I was 20 he was in his 30’s. I found out 2 weeks ago that as I suspected he died from #AIDS. Every death is a tragedy and a life lost that should have been lived with pride.

I detest FB, but the submitted memorial stories on the @theaidsmemorial.bsky.social page are crushingly haunting and powerful. Atlanta lost so many brilliant, creative souls. May their memories be a blessing.

C'è un account che Facebook ha deciso di farmi scoprire - e che è presente su Instagram, ma anche su BlueSky per quanto poco attivo: @theaidsmemorial.bsky.social - che è un po' un pugno nello stomaco, e un po' una cosa importante, da condividere e da diffondere. Perché racconta la nostra storia.

@theaidsmemorial.bsky.social So glad to be back and following The AIDS Memorial. Been following for years.

So happy to see that The Aids Memorial, one of the most important and impactful accounts I follow on Instagram, is on Bluesky now! bsky.app/profile/thea...

I was just talking about Steve Showalter. My assistant at Chicago House, 1989-90. We were all dolled up for our first black-tie gala, and had just made it through evening. He died about two years later. I still miss his sweet smile. #HIVsky @theaidsmemorial.bsky.social

At Highgate cemetery to visit Ian's grave, 32 years ago today he died from an #AIDS related illness at Patrick House hospice in Hammersmith. Place a yellow rose on his grave so his spirit knows he is still remembered with love. #whatisrememberedlives

I stopped posting to Insta. I occasionally check posts from irl friends. But I also still check The AIDS Memorial account to read accounts of those we lost from the people who loved them. Then I read the comments & if I'm not already crying, I will be. It feels esp important to do this ritual today.

If you weren't there, and haven't studied what happened, you're missing a part of the puzzle of how we got to where we are. We as a community have to grieve how much we lost, and we need to remember. What is remembered, lives. Highly recommend the film, book, + AIDS memorial insta.

I follow The AIDS Memorial feed on Insta. Every so often I have to mute it. So many, so many. The love spoken there so rich and the grief so gutting. 💔 (I miss you, Grey.)

Astonishingly, tomorrow will be the 30th anniversary of my friend Brian King’s death. And coincidentally, I’ve just listened to this for the first time, about #HIV and #AIDS in #Liverpool in the 80s, including stories told about Brian by me and Gerry Potter podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/w...

This was posted on reddit. The men (unnamed) were partners, both died of AIDS. The man on the right died mid-1980s. Left died 1990-91, his address book black with dead friends crossed out.

Happy Pride! A conserved sculpture, Memory Object, (1973) by gay artist, writer, social activist & cultural worker Stuart Edelman, who died of AIDS in 1995, has been reinstalled in the Museum. It was brought back to its high-polish, bronze finish with a grant from Greater Hudson Heritage Network.

Yesterday was the 32nd anniversary of my mom’s death. I was 6 when she passed & tomorrow is the anniversary of my dad’s death I was 8 when he died. They passed 2 years and 2 days apart in the early 90s from AIDS. Here is a pic of them: Mae & Moe & a pic of me and my mother. I always been a goof

I was named after my uncle John. He died of AIDS in 1990. He was brilliant, hilarious and full of life. I’m proud to share his name. #Pride

thinking about my uncle John a lot lately - in 1995 he died of complications due to AIDS his loved animals - he fed the birds everywhere he went and one of my earliest memories is him freaking out when our cat brought him a bird wing trophy - and his favourite drink was green kool-aid

My Great-Uncle passed away from AIDS when I was six…He did the exact same thing as me, left PEI and came to the big city. Because of him, I am a constant advocate for the Queer community and I always am right there when it comes to HIV/AIDS causes. His legacy lives on. #AIDSVigil #Toronto

Every year I post this picture of my friend Kevin giving me a ride on his trike. He died of aids in the first wave in the 1980s. RIP dear friend.

eu sigo o aids memorial no instagram e fico pensando em como o mundo seria se essas pessoas ainda estivessem aqui, eu particularmente acho que seríamos mais ricos tanto cultural quanto socialmente

Gratidão por partilhar sua história. Fiquei emocionada! ❤️ Você conhece o The AIDS Memorial no Instagram? Acho que esse relato merecia um post lá!

do you ever just read the aids memorial instagram and cry

The AIDS Memorial Instagram is so incredibly special. Grateful to those who run it for keeping the memories of these magnificent people alive.

Sometimes when I'm backed up on crying I read the AIDS memorial Instagram page until I run out of tears.

I strongly recommend following and supporting the AIDS memorial Instagram + the Making Gay History podcast + Instagram. Not all gay people are queer or invited to the revolution NATE but those of us who are know: what is remembered, lives.