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I've just released a new video clip that I'm very proud to share with you.

It's from a recent lecture in Charlotte, NC, where I explore the healing power of forgiveness.

Please take a few moments to watch. I hope it brings some inspiration.

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To celebrate the full moon of July, here's an excerpt from my first book, published in 1997, "If I Grow Up: Teaching Teens About AIDS, Love & Staying Alive."

It was early evening at summer camp. I was originally there to talk to the campers about AIDS. But on this night, I was being initiated into their club, called the "The Shoafim," which translated from Hebrew means, "Those who aspire."

The first task was the trust walk. Ambling our way around the grounds, we were blindfolded and chained to each other: hand to shoulder, heart to heart. Touching, laughing, setting aside all inhibitions and simply making noise in the night air, we proclaimed our aliveness.

"I claim the moon!" I screamed inside. "I am still alive!"

The next task was to recite out loud, "I am a link in the Shoafim chain, and I promise to ....."

"...to remember you always," I declared.

Many years ago, I sat under the same summer sky, newly diagnosed with HIV. I was alone and afraid, wanting to share all that was happening to me and all I was becoming; wanting to share the pink moon of July.

And now I have. For on this night, after freeing a firefly caught in a blade of grass, I rolled down a hill with a group of animated teenagers. Surrendering my favorite pair of ripped jeans to grass stains and dirt, I shouted wishes at the sky.

I raced under the moon.

On this night, I added to my inner refuge of gentle remembrances the Shoafim girls in their bunk, painting their nails and braiding each other's hair. It was after bedtime as I sang them a lullaby:

"When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
When the future has passed without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is born
Look and see her, how she sparkles, it's the last unicorn
I'm alive"

"I'm happy that you are having a good time," whispered one sleepy girl.

"Yeah," added another. "Now you will have fun memories of your visit here."

Still another said, "I think you are a beautiful person. I see that in myself now. No one is better than me. No one can hurt me. You taught me how to recognize myself. You taught me how to love." ... See MoreSee Less

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Another amazing day of learning and loving at camp Kinneret-Biluim in Mont Tremblant, Quebec. Happiest day of the summer. ... See MoreSee Less

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Each July, I have the honor of lecturing to a busload of engaging teens on a cross-country journey called @Etgar36. Here are some fun photos of our time together at Naropa University in Boulder, Colorado as they learned about AIDS, safer sex and being enough. ... See MoreSee Less

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As Gay Pride Month draws to a close, I stand with my transgender friends in celebrating Defense Secretary Ash Carter's proclamation today:

"Effective immediately, transgender Americans may serve openly. And they can no longer be discharged or otherwise separated from the military, just for being transgender." ... See MoreSee Less

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