If you follow my twitter, you read yesterday about how I picked up a box of AIDS. Less cryptically, I was gifted the collected papers and materials of a now-retired Episcopal priest, all of which are about HIV/AIDS and date from the ’80s. (His partner gave me the wrong materials on my first trip, too, which led to my sighing about how I had to drive back to Germantown and swap two bags of racism for my real box of AIDS.)
I also said I wouldn’t do an unboxing on account of how most people don’t find vintage AIDS information as exciting as I do — to say nothing of how it literally took me hours to do even just a rough comb through everything. But I did find some particularly glorious artifacts that I couldn’t get away with not sharing.
There’s some more stuff in here I’ll probably document and publish later, but there are also a whole lot of private letters and ghosts in here. They weigh a lot.