OUT, AGAIN

I moved back to New York City (that time from Miami) on a snowy Halloween day in 1993, it was less than a week after accepting the challenge of being founding editor in chief of , a magazine I fully intended to help make a seismic difference was not to be about dying of AIDS, but rather living with HIV—was revolutionary, and I was here for all of it. When made its splashy, headline-grabbing debut the following spring, I knew we were on our way to something big, something necessary, something, yes, .