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Ex-boyfriend vanished as if UFO snatched him away

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(Editor’s note: This is the first of a two-part column. The next installment will be published in March.)

Lately, I’ve been thinking about aliens. 

Perhaps not aliens per se, but rather UFOs. In the last few years, Congressional hearings have confirmed the existence of what used to be science fiction—that for decades at least, our government has not only encountered UFOs but even recovered non-human biologics from UFO crash sites. 

This is fact, by the way. Look it up yourself. 

Still, my focus isn’t on the actual UFOs. Instead, I’m focused on the witnesses who claimed to have encountered them. These people were often written off as crazy—if they shared their truth at all, that is. Many kept their own encounters secret out of a founded fear of how others would perceive them. Some, we have come to learn, were coerced into silence at the command of our government. 

Have you seen any footage of witnesses interviewed today? Some are grown men who break down sobbing over the trauma. However, this trauma wasn’t because they encountered a UFO; the trauma was a result of the coverup. That is the fault of neither the witness nor the UFO, but rather those who dedicated precious time and resources to hiding the truth, alongside the society who judged them harshly for it. 

And to what end? The government appears just as confused about what’s happening as they did fifty years ago. I’d argue we would be closer to the truth today had the truth been told all along. 

Now that I’ve shared why aliens are on my mind, let’s dive into why. Alongside my next piece, I will tell a series of connected stories that are so eyebrow raising that people may attempt to write me off as crazy, just like the UFO witnesses. 

In October 2021, an interesting event occurred at the doorstep of my apartment. Half an hour earlier, a 24-year-old man I had dated briefly over the summer emailed me to ask if he could come over. When he arrived, I was immediately concerned. He appeared thin and deeply confused, carrying a shoebox of crumpled paper with writing on both the paper and the shoebox itself. While he couldn’t articulate what had happened, he made two clear requests: He did not want to return to his Navy Yard apartment, and he did not want to see his family. 

Initially I had pulled back dating him after initial signs of instability. For example, he apparently had an ex-boyfriend living with him in an expensive studio apartment, which I did not know until said ex-boyfriend walked in on us having sex. The ex-boyfriend exploded in anger. I, meanwhile, threw on my clothes and sped out of there. 

Months later, this 24-year-old appeared terrified of both his ex-boyfriend and his family. So, under the guidance of my therapist, I let him stay with me while I connected him to a psychiatrist. Meanwhile, I made his family and his ex-boyfriend aware of the situation to cover my bases. 

Over time, his mental health improved vastly, and I was happy to see him get healthier. Unfortunately, this was not enough for his ex or his family. 

A few weeks in, his mother flew into D.C. and, alongside his ex, stormed to my apartment. At my door they knocked incessantly, demanding I turn him over. However, he reiterated his desire for them to go away. Since I was not about to hand him over against his will, I made the next logical choice: I called the police. 

When the police arrived, it did not take them long to see the mother and ex-boyfriend were out of line, especially after this young man stated he did not feel safe with either. I was nice enough to allow the mother inside my apartment (perhaps too nice) to permit communication between them from a safe distance. Naturally, she said a few nasty things to me on the way out. Fortunately, the incident is documented and available for public record. 

My mind circled on what compelled people to behave like that. Why were they bent on taking him away? Why was he so defiant? Something was off, but the best I could do was support him in his decisions. 

Not long after this incident, my boss notified me of a letter sent to every member of our board. The document’s letterhead said Stop Domestic Violence, was signed “Group of Anonymous Six People,” and contained a contact email of [email protected]. The letter claimed “Jacob (Jake) Stewart abuses his significant others and takes advantage of the mentally ill. He is a threat to others and the greatest danger to those who are vulnerable.” It went on to claim that I was holding my friend hostage, and I should therefore be fired. 

Due to the allegation, my work had to understandably carry out an investigation. With a police report on my side, I knew I had nothing to be afraid of. Additionally, my friend’s progress in this time was my assurance—until Thanksgiving, anyway. 

Back then I spent every Thanksgiving in New Mexico, and while I felt guilty for leaving my friend in D.C., I also felt uncomfortable bringing him to my family’s dinner. This was primarily because I didn’t want him or anyone else to have the impression that he was my boyfriend. Morally, I felt he must be independent and healthy before a decision like that should be taken seriously. 

My next best alternative was to have him arrive later that evening, when I typically invited other friends for fun and games. But something odd happened: He missed his flight. After purchasing a new ticket, I arrived at the airport to find him in yet another manic state. 

It was a stark turnaround to how I had left him. What happened in those two days? Honestly, I may never know. 

After returning to D.C., his father—a high profile man himself—swooped in to take him away. My friend seemed okay with that, so I supported his decision. Oddly, the task of writing his resignation letter for his job fell on me. At the time he worked for a US senator—one of his father’s connections, no less—making it all the more odd that I had to draft it.  

Meanwhile, my friend was promptly moved back to his hometown of Kansas City. I visited him once. He visited me once. Then one day he told me they were moving him to Dallas. 

I haven’t seen or heard from him since. It’s been nearly three years. He vanished as if a UFO picked him up and snatched him away. 

This alone is quite a story, but the mystery doesn’t end here. So, this 2-part adventure will be unveiled soon. It may reveal a conspiracy as big as our encounters with UFOs. But don’t worry, this will not be a story about alien abductions. 

It will, however, be a documented series about veritable abductions of mankind.

Jake Stewart is a D.C.-based writer and barback.

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Remembering Jesse Jackson

Civil rights icon supported LGBTQ rights, D.C. statehood

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There is no question that Jesse Louis Jackson, Sr. had a significant impact on the civil rights movement, Democratic Party politics and D.C.’s struggle for statehood. After I heard of his death, I took some time to reflect on how our lives had intersected although I met him only once in person.

During the 1970s, sickle cell disease was a celebrated cause in the African-American community. Rev. Jackson was in the vanguard of that advocacy because he had the sickle cell trait. My mother had sickle cell disease and I have the trait. I responded to Rev. Jackson’s exhortation to be involved with fighting the disease and was blessed to have worked for seven years at the Howard University Center for Sickle Disease in its community outreach program.

In 1983, the March on Washington for Jobs, Peace & Freedom was held to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the 1963 March on Washington. Local organizing committees called Coalitions of Conscience were formed to get people involved with the march. I attended the first meeting in D.C. and introduced a resolution that the 20th anniversary program held on the National Mall include a speaker representing the LGBT community. The resolution passed unanimously but the response from the chief organizer of the march, Rev. Walter Fauntroy, was that no such speaker would be permitted. Fauntroy was also the District of Columbia delegate to Congress. Three days before the march, four gay men – all D.C. residents, three of whom were Black – went to meet with Del. Fauntroy to discuss his opposition to having a LGBT speaker on the day of the march. He refused to meet with them and had them arrested. I was one of those arrested.

Our arrests made local and national news. While we were in jail, a conference call was held consisting of representatives of most of the major national civil rights leaders in the nation to discuss having an LGBT speaker at the march. Among those on that call were Coretta Scott King, Ralph Abernathy, Mayor Marion Barry, Dorothy Height; Reverends Joseph Lowery, Walter Fauntroy and Jesse Jackson. The decision was made to give three minutes to a speaker representing the LGBT community. The speaker was Audre Lorde, the African-American lesbian writer, poet, professor and civil rights activist. Jesse Jackson’s presence on that call was critical to her being chosen as a speaker.

In 1984, I was a volunteer in the Jesse Jackson for president campaign in his quest for the Democratic Party nomination. I, along with dozens of volunteers, boarded the bus that left from Union Temple Baptist Church to journey to Alabama to campaign for Rev. Jackson in that state’s primary. My involvement with Jackson’s D.C. campaign led me to visit the Players Lounge for the first time in order to get signatures for Jackson’s D.C. presidential delegate slate and to do voter registration.

Jackson did not win the Democratic presidential nomination in either his 1984 or 1988 campaigns. But his efforts along with Congresswoman Shirley Chisolm’s and Rev. Al Sharpton’s presidential campaigns paved the way for Barack Obama’s historic nomination and victory for president in 2008.

In 1990, Jesse Jackson was elected to be one of D.C.’s United States Senators or what is known as a “shadow senator.” He made it clear that D.C.’s struggle for statehood is not just a political issue but a salient civil and human rights issue. His involvement helped make D.C. statehood a national issue.

I cannot remember the exact year that I finally met Jesse Jackson in person but it was around the turn of the millennium. There was an event taking place in the Panorama Room at Our Lady of Perpetual Help Roman Catholic Church. Rev. Jackson was standing alone on the hill taking in the breathtaking view of D.C. I walked over, introduced myself and  thanked him for what he had done for the D.C. statehood, LGBT rights, and the Democratic Party. Even though he was a major celebrity he gave me a hug as if we were longtime friends. It was a brief conversation but we both agreed to keep praying for a cure for sickle cell disease. That hope is still being kept alive.


Philip Pannell is a longtime Ward 8 community activist. Reach him at [email protected].

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‘Are you on PrEP?’

Md. lawmakers considering bill to expand access to medication

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From left, FreeState Justice Executive Director Phillip Westry and Maryland state Del. Ashanti Martinez (D-Prince George's County) (Courtesy photos)

When we’re out with friends, we ask a question that sometimes surprises people: Are you on PrEP?

PrEP is a medication that reduces the risk of getting HIV by about 99 percent when taken as prescribed. We’re both on it. And we both talk about it openly because too many people in our communities still haven’t heard of it, can’t access it, or have been made to feel like asking for it says something about who they are.

It doesn’t. Taking PrEP is about taking control of your health. It’s that simple.

But getting there wasn’t simple for either of us. Our paths to PrEP looked different.

Del. Martinez learned this firsthand. When he asked his primary care doctor about PrEP, the response wasn’t medical — it was judgment. Instead of a prescription, he got a lecture. He had to leave Maryland entirely and go to Whitman-Walker in D.C. just to get basic preventive care. He serves on the Health Committee and sits on the public health subcommittee. Even he couldn’t access HIV prevention in his own state. That reality was soul-crushing, not just for him, but because he immediately thought about every person in his community who doesn’t have the resources to find another way.

Phillip came to PrEP through his work at FreeState Justice, where he was learning about HIV transmission rates and the gap in PrEP access for queer people of color. Black Marylanders account for 65 percent of new HIV diagnoses but only about 35 percent of PrEP users. Latino Marylanders account for nearly 19 percent of new diagnoses but fewer than 8 percent of PrEP users.

Seeing those numbers, he had to ask himself why he wasn’t on it. When he walked into Chase Brexton’s HIV Prevention clinic in Baltimore, the experience was easy and affirming, exactly what it should be for everyone. No judgment, just care. That’s the kind of experience every Marylander deserves.

A proposed bill would make it the standard in Maryland. HB 1114 would let people walk into their neighborhood pharmacy and access PrEP without waiting months for a doctor’s appointment, remove insurance barriers that slow things down, and connect them to ongoing care. 

Our stories are not unusual. When we talk to friends about PrEP — and we do, regularly — we hear the same things. People who didn’t know about it. People who tried and gave up. People who assumed it wasn’t for them. People who couldn’t afford it or couldn’t find a provider. There’s still misinformation out there, and there’s still stigma. Among women in Maryland, most new HIV diagnoses come from heterosexual contact, but PrEP is still rarely part of the conversation from their doctors.

When we talk to our friends about PrEP, we lead with honesty. Here’s what it does, here’s what it costs, here’s where to go. We talk about the different options: daily pills or long-acting shots. Generic options are available, and in many cases, free. If you’re sexually active, it might be right for you. It’s not a morality question. It’s a health question.

We try to make it feel approachable, because it should be. We answer every question, because sometimes we’re the first person someone has had this conversation with. It’s a conversation between people who trust each other. And it works, but it can only go so far when the system itself is still in the way.

We have the medical tools to virtually end new HIV transmissions. What we need now are the policies to make sure everyone can reach them. At a time when the future of federal HIV prevention programs is under attack, Maryland has both the opportunity and the responsibility to lead.

We’re asking our friends to take charge of their health. We’re asking Maryland to make it possible.

If PrEP sounds right for you, talk to your provider. If you know someone who could benefit, share what you know. And if you want to see Maryland get this right, tell your legislators to support HB 1114.

State Del. Ashanti Martinez represents District 22 in Prince George’s County in the Maryland House of Delegates, where he serves as Majority Whip and sits on the Health Committee. Phillip Westry is the executive director of FreeState Justice, Maryland’s statewide LGBTQ+ advocacy organization.

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A dream: Democrats focus on candidates who can win

Defeating every Republican has to be the goal in 2026, 2028

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I know this is just a dream, but I am a dreamer and continue to hope Democrats can get beyond Black or white, gay or straight, man or woman; to look at who can win in 2026, and then in 2028. It’s often said each election is the most consequential in our lifetime. The next two actually are. 

The reality is without change; we face losing our democracy. We have a racist, sexist, homophobic, lying felon, in the White House. He has a Cabinet of vile incompetents, and a cadre of fascist advisers, controlling our government. They threaten our freedoms, and even our health. They think the military is theirs to use at will, without restrictions. Again, my dream for elections in 2026 and 2028, is we put our personal desires aside, for the good of the nation.

Everyone is being hurt by Trump. Black women being fired in huge numbers. Transgender people literally having their lives threatened. The LGBTQ community facing new threats. Civil rights are being undermined, and the Latino community across the country is targeted. Women are losing the right to control their bodies. Our voting rights are being threatened, and all this is happening with the consent of the Republican sycophants in Congress who are either in complete agreement with the felon, or threatened into submission by him, and his fascist cohorts. This is what we are facing in the next two election cycles as we try to take back our country. As the opposition party, we must first take back Congress in 2026. If we succeed, we must replicate that success as we work to reclaim the White House in 2028. 

I believe we must all be represented in our elected officials. For years I felt comfortable looking at the equality issue in choosing a candidate, as even in the worst-case scenarios, when losing meant the election of the likes of a Richard Nixon or Ronald Reagan, I never believed my country’s existence was threatened. They, and others like them, may have been vile, but none professed wanting to be king. They didn’t go to court seeking full immunity for anything they did and getting it from judges they appointed. 

I am a proud gay man but will not automatically vote for an LGBTQ candidate in the next elections. In 2024, I worked hard, and proudly, to see two strong Black women elected to the United States Senate. In the 2008 primary I was proud to stand with Hillary Clinton, then support Barack Obama when he won the nomination. In 2016, I again stood with Hillary. In 2020, I proudly supported Kamala Harris as vice president and then supported her for president in 2024. 

Today, I am looking at the next two election cycles differently. I have written the only way to win back my country is to look at which Democrat can win in a particular race. I will support a Democrat committed to voting for the Democratic leadership in the House and the Senate, and in their state legislature, even if they don’t support fully everything I want. Because when Democrats win the leadership, they set the agenda. The Democratic platform has been about the same for many years. It stands for equality in every area. Have we accomplished all we stand for, clearly NO. Have we made progress, clearly YES. 

In these upcoming elections each Democrat may win their race with a different set of issues at the forefront. I have suggested in the morning they go to the diners in their district, and in the evening to the bars, to find out what people are talking about, and concerned about. Then respond to that by running on those issues. If there is a primary, demand each candidate pledge to fully support the winner. Think about what is said about Democrats and Republicans, “Democrats fall in love; Republicans fall in line.” Well in the next two election cycles, Democrats need to fall in line with every Democrat on the ballot in the general election willing to say, “if elected I will vote for, and support, the Democratic leadership.” 

If we don’t commit to doing that in the next two election cycles, we may actually not have future elections. It is the only way we can stop the felon, and his fascist government, from winning. Defeating every Republican in 2026 and 2028, has to be the goal for all who care about our country, and moving on to the next 250 years. Not winning is not an option.  


Peter Rosenstein is a longtime LGBTQ rights and Democratic Party activist.

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