Tag: Drugs

Sammy spread his young legs. He found himself face up on the twin bed of a small monthly-rental hotel room in downtown Asheville. On the bed, at his waist, sat a sixty-ish thin effeminate man with a bowl of warm soapy water and a razor.

Sammy had seen this older queen around town – walking the streets with a feather boa and purple Chuck Taylors. He was stopping to talk to just about everybody. Though he floated down the street like a butterfly touching flowers, nothing about him said drugs or mental illness.

Now Sammy was alone with him, naked from the waist down, in a ten-by-twelve foot room on the third floor of the hotel. They’d officially met an hour ago, at a drum circle. He asked if young Sammy would join him at his room for lunch.

It was sunny outside, just after noon. The bed took up most of the room and was pushed up against the only window. No curtain or shade adorned the window. Like the twink’s cock, the window was naked.

Sammy was perched up on a pillow, and through the window, he could see the action and hear the sounds of the city below. The sunshine lit up the room completely, and cut a line across Sammy’s smooth midriff. Read more »

He said to me: “Use your water-proof eyeliner, paint a pentacle on the swollen mushroom of my cockhead.”

“Why do you want me to do that?”

“We need to perform a magic ritual, to drawn up Demon Azazel, who was cast down in the desert, buried with hurled and pointed stones, and covered in Darkness, after he led the rebellious angel army, the Watchers of Heaven, **an*****d his mighty angels fucked the pretty Ethiopian girls as in the Book of Enoch***, after the girls gave birth to a race of giants. All this, we need again. We need giants instead of men.”

“What the hell are you talking about? “ I said. He said: “ I am talking about our current puny and pathetic world leaders, who wring their little hands, and push people around, and accomplish nothing good at all. You and I will perform a sex ritual, raise up Azazel, and the ***Angels will return to fuck human females of all nations. And we will then have some worthwhile world leaders***.”

“I am all for fucking,” I said, “But I have no idea what drugs you have ingested.” Read more »

Most stories are made to help mark down the great times in someone’s life. Even when the story is a tragedy it’s a great thing in their life because it shows that they got past it. This isn’t one of those stories. I am not beyond the problem or doing some magnificent work. This isn’t speaking on the trials I faced or the abyss I was pulled from. All in all this isn’t really a story. It’s more of a public journal entry. This isn’t my past or my future. It’s what I am dealing with still to this day.

I didn’t turn to the bottle or drugs to get me away from my problems. I turned to women. Maybe women are my problem? So turning to them would seem like facing it but I don’t think hookups are going to fix it. You know what. I get to share exactly what I want. I get to be the unreliable narrator for this… narrative. I am a dashing man… I have windswept raven black hair and green eyes that will remind you of the hills of Ireland. I am writing this to turn an experience I had into something more. I will do magic! I will turn my night of escapism into a story of escapism. So look towards this flourish so I can hide the card you picked to be pulled later. Read more »