When I uploaded the text on my website Mäck’s Blog, I wrote in the beginning: *The ephedrine-like Tyson feverishly awaits a meeting with his sex master and goes into raptures. He fantasizes about old men, sex practices with his mother and steamy piles of excrement. A declaration of love to chemistry.* Of course, partly it’s about myself. Written at the end of 2016 when I was on speed for days. For this English translation, I added another text to it, The Ephedrine Weeny-Willy Dwarf, which I wrote a few days later.
*Originally uploaded in German on Mäck’s Blog on 30 December 2016.*
On New Year’s Eve Wilhelm will come by. Wilhelm is 76 and my sex master. Some old fat dominating guy who knows what he wants. Baldy. His penis isn’t long, but it’s nice and thick and fits in his mouth. And he’s perfect with the whip. He spreads his whistles like a young god. We’ve known each other for three years. Normally we always meet three times a year at my place, only this year it didn’t work out. We haven’t seen each other for 15 months or so. Just writing now and then. So the anticipation is accordingly big. I’ll be high on ephedrine. High and spiked and irradiated. That’s the way it has to be. For one whole night.