Warning: Adult content ahead!
So, last night I went out with a bunch of gay guys for dinner, which included my old friend Brendan, who I just reconnected with recently, and a bunch of guys I hadn't met before. (Brendan started up this thing where a bunch of his friends get together ever Thursday for a couple of drinks and a cheap and cheerfull dinner, and they have made it a sort of informal 'club'.)
On the way home afterwards I was getting seriously cruised on the street by a really nice looking dude. Tall, pectastic. A short period of 'negotiating' ensued that involved establishing that a) his place was out of the question, and b) me deciding that as nice as he looked, my place was out of the question because there was an intangible 'something' about this guy that was slightly off-putting.
Anyhoo, long story short. We decided to pop into an adult bookstore where they have a porno lounge that is clean, and is kindly supplied with cubicles for the having of the sex. (Don't judge me yet, it gets even better!) As I said, this guy had a slightly weird vibe. He started asking me a lot of questions, and seemed sort of amped up. Questions like "Where do you live?", "How old are you?", "Do you only like guys?" etc. While this was happening, and there was some shucking of clothes going on, I had noticed that he was clutching a cigarette lighter.
So, he whips out a tiny baggie of powder, scoops a bit on the end of a car key and pulls out a small glass pipe. He dumps the powder in the pipe, and starts to heat the bowl from underneath. The whole while I'm thinking "You've got to be kidding." It's 11pm on a week night and this guy is about to get high on whatever that shit is.
So I asked him, and as I suspected the answer was "Crystal Meth". I don't even drink, or do any sort of drugs, so I had no problem resisting the urge to participate. Fast forward 5 minutes and he is on some sort of buzz, a sexual high which is apparently one of the affects of Crystal. I'm thinking a)"How did you get yourself into this? and b) How do you get yourself out of it?" Closely followed by the thoughts c)"Well, how, um, metropolitan!, and then d) "I wonder if I have the courage to blog this?"
Fast forward another 5 minutes and I'm staring at him while he's riding his buzz, remarking to myself just how nice his pecs are, and how disappointing the poor flaccid willy he's shaking at me is. So, I patted him on the shoulder, reclaimed my clothes and left. I don't think he was all that surprised.
22 comments:
dearie me, how dull my life is! I haven't even hung with the boys enough in the past decade to even get to hear those sort of stories bantered about.
TOA, you saucy devil!
and what a waste of time, except of course for the groovy 'ever-so-Sydney' exp pts you score ;)
Good work, dude.
For all of it.
I know, I seriously considered whether to hit the PUBLISH button or not on this post... it is a bit of an 'over share'! It was just all so bizarre though, I just had to get it out, you know?
That Crystal shit will fuck you up, seriously. Aside from that, 'it's all a bit 'try hard' don't you think, doing hard drugs on a 'school night'? Tacky. :-)
Private cubicles at porno lounge in Newtown, huh? Well that means that you must have gone to either Adult World or Treasure Chest, as the Basement is crap and has nothing like that ... and ... ummmm ... er .... so I have heard.
*Blinks*
[Smiles sweetly and innocently].
Hmmmm. I may need to talk to you later a little more, er, privately. I have a sneaking suspicion that I may know of the person of whom you speak. Seen him in my travels, so to speak.
But you go girl! :-)
[PS. On a serious note, that shit will indeed fuck you up, and is bad news]
Agreed Bodhi, it is indeed Bad News. I've seen the photos of long term Crystal users, not pretty. The fact that he so obviously was all horned up on the drug, and yet couldn't get hard to save himself... well. Point?
The fact that he so obviously was all horned up on the drug, and yet couldn't get hard to save himself... well. Point?
remarkably narcissistic/selfish, I think...
Its a sad fact that Chrystal Meth seems to be the drug du jour amongst many of the Sydney gay scene's users these days, and unfortunately has been so for some time. There is even a fellow gay guy who attends our centre (now clean, after a long struggle), whose recent history and abuse of Meth screwed him up big time.
*Sigh* I don't wanna preach here people. Taking into account my past behaviour, me tellin' people of the evils of drugs would feel like Paris Hilton advising on the benefits of celibacy. But trust me, m'kay, you don't wanna go where I have been. You really don't.
And if you absolutely must use, then at least be aware of the risks involved, and play safe.
I'm fortunate that I don't have an addictive mind-set, but stuff like Crystal is really playing with the big boys, and I would just never ever go near it. If I needed a lesson in why not to, well last night was a pretty good one. It just seemed so pointless. We would have had a much better time without it, in my opinion. :-)
"I would just never ever go near it."
I never doubted that you would go all Nancy and "just say no", TOA. And thats a good thing! I just wanted to put that, ummmm, Bodhi Community Announcement out there to the blogosphere in general. We never quite know who might be reading , now do we?
Hugs not Drugs, people.
This is a world I know NOTHING about. You can just like, ask for sex? Damn, my dating years would have been a lot more civilized if I had known that was an option. :)
You could have pointed at him and said, "booya" or y'know, pointed at yourself. I hear that's what Chuck does. Or give him a roundhouse kick.
Drugs like that just scare the shit out of me, especially being around someone who just "whips it out" like that. You are vewwwy, vewwy bwave, petal.
Yikes. (wipe my sweaty brow in relief).
And "hugs not drugs" and preferably with a naked and gloriously aroused man... the hugs, that is.
They have cubicles for naughty stuff?
Who da thunk? can anyone use them or is it members only?
Crystal Meth-At very high doses, the drug can cause agitation, paranoia, and bizarre behavior
sounds like a barrel of laughs, what happened to the good old Strawberry daquairi?
Didn't a certain Mr D. Llama mention that oral and anal sex are sexual misconducts, but paid sex with a hooker wasn't?
naughty boy....
can anyone use them or is it members only?
boom BOOM!
seem to be having a lot of Basil Brush moments lately...
Freakgirl, the gay community is very sexual (which is no surprise) and gay men seem to be able to seperate 'relationship sex' and 'recreational sex'. In a big city like Sydney, it is generally pretty easy to get sex if you want it. I mean, the porno bookstore I mentioned is an example, that is set up as a place for guys to hook up without hassles. The bar scene is very cruisy too.
Coz, that quote from His Holiness is partially true. He was discussing it from a cultural Tibetan perspective, and was quoted out of context. Like some of the beliefs in other religions, like Judaism for example, some of them spring form hygiene and cultural stand points. It's often discussed in Western Buddhism, as there is a ton of gay men involved in Buddhism. His Holiness refuses to speak about it anymore for fear of being misquoted or taken out of context again, but there are few 'do and don'ts' in terms of sexual conduct in Buddhism. Most of it boils down to 'do nothing coercive' and do nothing to cause suffering to others (ie adultery etc).
What a great story - you could have padded it out for at least twice as long.
I think there should be a flower appreciation club where you can meet people instead of seedy porno cublicles. That would be a lot nicer. Then again, I guess botanists are usually into mushrooms...
you know, it is true; crystal is a gay plague. the damage that crystal does, goes way beyond the negative effects it has on the body. Too bad you had to see it up close.
Glad you got the hell out of there... good for you!
Apparently Crystal use in on the rise in Sydney, and I have that from a reliable source (my hairdresser).
James, I dated a librarian and a quantity surveyor, but I think a philatelist trumps that. Botanists can be hot, I mean who hasn't ever wanted to do the hot gardner?
(Yes, Bodhi, I include our very own landscaper friend Rabbit.)
I'm quite naive when it comes to drugs, especially the harder stuff. I was quite whocked when this guy pulled out his gear and started smoking.
I can tell you Andrew, that I was being wayyyy more than just a friend with our hot little landscaper last Friday night.
Hmmmmmm. Rabbity goodness ...
Now there a story that I am not going to share here at the blog with you all. I've committed it to memory, and there is shall remain. A sealed secret committed and seared onto the memory of my innermost mind.
One of course that I will bring up from time to time with the powers of recall, to endlessly press the [Repeat], [Still] and [Play] button on, for my own personal enjoyment.
;-)
TOA: a quantity surveyor???
that IS funny :) you wacky funster you.
I know! That was the dog show man in Adelaide. I used to love to call him 'Ethel', but he never got it. :-( I should have known it was destined to fail at that point.
WOW!
dog show boy *and* Quantity Surveyor in one package... and he didn't get Ethel the Aardvark. sad.
there's also a Not the Nine'O'Clock sketch that I always giggle about. it's like Family Feud, and one family (Mel Smith, Pamela Stephenson and Rowan Atkinson as the schoolboy son) are all Quantity Surveyors, in black rimmed glasses with very po faces. hee.
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