Chip was one of those nubile, hairless men grinding and bumping to the synthetic vibes of DJ Zibble at the original Red Party. It was at Boybar -- back when it was Boybar. It was ripping, nothing like it these days. Wo. A room the size of a football field, filled to the brim with men -- hundreds and hundreds of hot fuckin men -- tripping on acid, on X, on coke, and fuckin horny. For 48 hours, I danced and fucked and danced and fucked. So, I thought this guy looked familiar when I saw him yesterday at the tubs.

Just like metro blog Study 1, there's a few blogs like this floating around. Part-y heart-y.

And it's not a party without favors. Not that I'm so pure, but drugs have held a pretty minimal interest for me. In a world where we are all in touch with ourselves, or are at least striving for that, does anyone other than me think it's odd that drugs play such a heavy part in getting us there? Even if watching 2001: A space Oddysey stoned does somehow positively alter your worldview -- hey and yeah it could -- I'll narrow the focus to drugs brought out during sex.

For starters, they impact performance -- not usually in a good way. For another, they affect your personality: Who wants to be with a paranoid, crazed asshole? (Well... hmm... a lot of people, actually, from my experience.) I don't see how being wiped out on poppers, X, or crystal meth can enhance the mood.

If I had a penny for every time I've met people who stress how "laid back" or "down-to-earth" they are: The desired outlooks. How true to form is it if by being "laid back" you really mean "wacked out"? Chances are, this person won't be able to sustain anything, starting with their willy.

What about the little blue pill? What about it. I have a feeling that if most people ate a better diet, didn't smoke, and weren't totally freaked about sex to begin with, they wouldn't need the little blue pill. But that's just me. And I'm 41, what do I know?

They didn't have the little blue pill twenty years ago. And I slept with plenty of old geezers who didn't always get it up. A few were embarrassed, but I wasn't. I wasn't necessarily looking for that in them. A fact I think they appreciated. But that's just me. (Perhaps we'll write more about that another time.)

Drugs mixed with sex seems to mask other things: Anger? Hurt?

I think there's a lot of angry and hurting people out there.

Just hope I can avoid being one of them...

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