People are looking at me funny. Funnier than usual. Some sneer or laugh derisively. Some have a kind smile. Most just stare.
Maybe it’s because a red T-shirt makes me look pallid. More pallid than usual.
Or maybe it’s the bold, black-and-white lettering on the shirt:
My shirt identifies me as having the human immunodeficiency virus, the sneaky bug that can reverse-transcribe itself into my DNA and cause AIDS, which has infected 65 million worldwide and killed at least 25 million since the late 1970s.
On Friday, several hundred other people in Greater Cleveland — where 4,000 people live with AIDS — will do the same thing, coming out of the closet about HIV.