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Medicaid Country: Dawn In Rural America

Call 866-246-9371 and urge your Senator to REJECT the Better Care Reconciliation Act, which unfairly affects HIV-positive Medicaid recipients, and weakens consumer protections....

Almost a Mea Culpa, and Kicky Photos of 95979 Weeds

So of course I've made a total fool out of myself, rushing to disclose what among my circle of friends was probably common knowledge anyway, just because the SF Department of Public Health's "remote medical record checking for the Muppet Babies and us" is rather janky.... Just too much dark stuff has happened in too recent a time....

Basically, I had only to read the FAQ (coded in Comic Sans, natch) to know that HIV status and numbers, and other love bug info from one's blood work -- that stuff is not available except through face-to-face with one's provider (a real departure from the old, much-missed MyHero portal.)

I'm sure Val thinks that's hilarious.... But what's the point of providing Ward 86 patients with accounts (mine was first introduced to me last year, and no special mention that HIV or other STD info would not be available through the portal)? (Also, how long will General's Building 80 host the AIDSY, the undocumented, and those whining their best Chloe Webb-at-the-end-of-SID AND NANCY impressions downstairs, as well as Urgent Care on the first floor? Not much longer, I'm sure -- not with Zuckerberg's name on everything.)

Of course, the readers I really care about are the ones who can probably rest easy knowing my viral load remains undetectable, and my CD4 count is fantastic (and since we divulged -- don't you love my blood work? Pretty healthy, n'est pas?)

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With that big lede out of the way, I now bring you lovely pics of this weekend's weeds and volunteers:

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Still a catch (ever swing it my way, Boom? Or maybe Trueluck's still out there, sexy and stuff... I tell you, guys love my Claude Rains impression -- it totally gets them hard! Hard in the penis region!

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And keep an eye out for me on Patreon -- I told them my focus is on photography, but there's lots of creative stuff I do, and I'd love to synergize... Maybe with a fractureme.com "store"? (Thanks for the inspiration in re fractureme, "Bernie"... Hearts!)

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瓜田李下

I know that Dr. Havlir said my December numbers looked as good as ever, and that the (EXPENSIVE, GURL!) Atripla appears to be working (she has a few times suggested switching up meds, but that it was unnecessary, and that if I was partial to the Sustiva in the Atripla -- particularly the vivid dreams, which I like -- she saw no reason to change...) Nevertheless, this shit DOES look awfully weird:

Maybe I just have a hard time navigating the MySFHealth portal? I don't know, but I can't seem to find any record of my HIV numbers.... VERY ODD.

(BTW, June 5th will be HIV Long-term Survivors Day, I've heard tell... Good luck, all!)

UPDATE: If you didn't know, now you know:

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Possession With Intent....

Frame job of yours truly increasingly unlikely.... Weirdos. (Check it, Smeck!) But I must say, Virginia had a sour attitude last week. Maybe the Way family could give it up for an intervention on television, with KCRA (certainly Tim Crews would smell a rat a mile away.) As long as anyone who speaks out can be discredited, right? Unfortunately, Bentonville sent poor "Marc," who rather looks like a condom full of gristle and green bacon drippings, to hack his way through an ill-advised takedown (haven't seen him lately, but his name is still on receipts -- at least ours from today.)

Meanwhile, as of today, around 12PM, Interstate meat from Clackamas (the 73% lean) is still there:

pic from 05/24/2017, mid-day

BE ADVISED: I trusted this meat for months, and could not believe that there was some sort of filler in the March batch. Walmart continues to treat me "suspect" as a customer, and Bentonville has apparently been dissuaded initially from outright paying me off, as well as addressing the very real problems with the Clackamas, OR operation. I RECOMMEND AGAINST BUYING THIS IF YOU SEE IT IN NORTHERN CALIFORNIA STORES.

My family spends hundreds of dollars at the #02053 store (Willows, CA, off the I-5) every week, and I will continue shopping there until I am banned.... (In good Walmart news: got everything we needed today for brother's visit this weekend.)

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Wildflower Season: Almost Done

野生の花の季節はほぼ終わりなんじゃ!

...So we now have really cracked down on cutting the grasses. Fire season will be upon us before you know it, and we must have a "defensible space." Safety first!

(Don't worry, though: Still another post of the previous week's pictures to come -- stills that you may feel free to snatch all you want; these are big files! Great for use as FB covers, for example... BTW, almost all the original William Way photography on The Hollow Man was taken with a Kindle Fire camera by Amazon. No lie!)

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では,ちょっとお願いがあるんですが... ^-^

Three Unsung Resources in San Francisco

Random and off-beat, for a ceaselessly random and off-beat town...

- Openhouse (www.openhouse-sf.org): For teh 0ld Gheyz -- dragons and labrys-wielding witches and such...

- WorkshopSF (www.workshopsf.org): NOPA/Western Addition, I just happened to spot this from the bus on my way out to the Richmond; here you can learn all kinds of cool DIY stuff like pickling or sewing or whatever -- check it out and sign up for classes at their website.

- 36th and Fulton Senior Center (sfrecpark.org/destination/golden-gate-park/golden-gate-park-senior-center): Ballroom dancing, Internet access, restrooms, and more! Right off Fulton in the Park, to the West of that lake. Parking available. Be sure you're a senior citizen or accompanied by one!

Nanoo, nanoo, through the Robin Williams tunnel you go!

Get on the bus, get on the bus! ...The 5 Fulton going outbound, that is! Make sure you wear something warm most days! And have a plan -- and also, a real buddy to go along!

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Love Is But The Song We Sing, And Fear's The Way We Die

The ring is mine, and so are the men. The ring is steel, and the boys, so hard -- quiet and hard (somewhat section-eightish of them, that silence... "Sound off like you've got a pair"); not there, not there anymore. But they're always mine and I theirs ("semper fidelis" is the motto, right?) I lose the ring from time to time; and give the boys a hump and a half looking for me, but never for too long...

(Disgression: Oh my! Upon writing this, I got schooled: they weren't as mute as my characterization makes out -- far from it, I'm sure. But those times when they were near, I know for a fact they never dared talk over me. I must be getting old.)

I started it, of course: if I had to answer, then yes, I know the significance of the ring -- the signficance I confabulated: One of the crowns etched in the ring is for me, the other five crowns for each of the sterling dorks in the unit. I don't know the story before mine, which is this: in 2012 or thereabouts, one fine blustery day, I purchased the piece of jewelry in question for $10 at the bazaar in UN Plaza. I'm sure it was crafted in the bountiful East, specifically in either India or Pakistan. More than that...?

Why the Marines? Who fucking knows? What should I be to the Corps, but an old oogle, a puke with no excuse. And all five of mine are interchangable jarheads, as far as they themselves, and as far as whomever or whatever they put their dicks in on an overnight pass are concerned...

I am one nobody, one of six nobodies, and among us the token civilian (useless, to purloin my late father's turn of phrase, as tits on a boar hog): Hi, my name is Will. Want to hear something cool? So whatever -- you couldn't pull it off, ritualistically excruciating me. In my humble opinion, gold star for effort, you know? The problem, I'll tell you, is you, not me; it's just not in your nature to deal me pain, not that way, certainly -- you'll always fail. I, on the other hand, have done what a legion could not do to me in return. Lord knows I've accomplished some inflicting in my time. Maybe I could teach you how to do it the right way, but I'm not confident of that... I hate to sound fatalistic or woggy, but one probably has to be born to do it; hurting others so well is a knack, or it must be one's karma.

Recovered by the Queen of the Gold Diggers, and returned to me during a visit last year to her lair at the Center of the Universe...

Stainless steel, my friend -- no rust. Yes, bitter, you know, but also six times luck. Good price for you, okay?

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Claro que si, conoce tus derechos, pero...

I'd like to be all, "Yay!" about volunteers in Cali always handing out Red Cards (awesome folks, good hearts), but the people who gratefully accept reminders of their rights from outreach workers aren't stupid. We all know reality (which is why I'm cautiously optimistic, still, about this Trump shitshow, but I digress...): hella mess goes down ALL THE TIME on this side of the border at the hands of racist fuckers, rapists, thugs from ICE, la migra, and others... The only rule I know when it's my turn to help out is kind of scary to think about (love you, Dad, RIP... I'll be a gentleman, even if they called me LA PRECIOSA LOL...) -- it's this: if you see something, if you see some shit go down that you know is wrong: DO SOMETHING -- NAMELY, STAY ALIVE UNTIL YOU CAN GET BACK AT THE MOTHERFUCKERS WHO ARE DOING EVIL TO INNOCENT PEOPLE. Witness or victim, your objective is to survive no matter what. If you do, you will be in a position to get help and give help, and secure justice when God gets you there. Have faith, be strong. At least, I think that's the best any of us could do, right...?

(Sure, if you're a citizen, especially white, especially lacking priors or compromising stuff, and others are around, feel more confident to take a stand then and there if you're up to bat. It's kind of catch as catch can. But don't get killed out of your indignation, don't try to be a boss or a hero -- remember la cucaracha is wise and outlives evil...)

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