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Jun 27, 2008 | 9:24 PM PST
Tags: STD , HIV , pnp , partying , crystal , party and play , fabulous
A lot of hot boys have sent us information about their experiences on meth and I wanna really impart the importance that these stories have meant to me because of the length of time that these men have been addicted. The common statement amongst all these stories is that it all started out for when they were going out or just on the weekends and it slowly or even quickly progressed into an everyday habit that spiraled out of control. Honey, many a talented people have ruined their lives by “partying”-as it’s called-on the weekends (weekend warriors as they are called) and then all of a sudden the party just never stops!
Now, if you think it’s just lowlifes and homeless who are victims of this epidemic, its eyes are set on all class of men from Starbucks employees to CEO’s and even people in the industry-the entertainment industry that is. It also seems that there is no age limit also because meth seems to like them from 18-75. Every city that you go to, you can find meth there-EVERYWHERE! It seems that every club there is a corner of beautiful buff hot boys just having a great time and laughing and enjoying themselves-that is how meth gets you. Apparently, these men are having fun and will probably go to the “after party” and using poor judgment, while having a “fabulous” time, not thing about every detail that saves you from contracting STD’s or even HIV. Some are already infected and some will contract HIV before the night is over so because meth impairs your judgment, you never even think to put on that condom or because the hot boy in front of you is just too irresistible to say no to, you decide to make an exception this one time “he has to be clean, he is too hot to be infected”-WRONG! Never be fooled by a great ass, a hot chest and an amazing 6 pack not to mention the dick-WOW! All these things are meth’s way of enticing you and drawing you in. Meth has been doing this for a long time and the gay community has been its prisoner for quite some time. Listen to one of my personal friends had to say about his experiences on meth:
Cutie Bootie
I wasn’t anything to look at and I was overweight and I wanted to be like the hot guys I used to see in the middle of the dance floor. I did all I could by going to the gym but it seemed that it was going slower than I anticipated and then one night I went online and met a guy who was “pnping” and I wanted to know what this was. As I was sitting in this totally hot guys house I was thinking about nothing more than that of how I was so lucky to find such a hottie but he did act a little funny with his jerky movements and over the top need to be sexual.
I asked him about “pnp” (party and play) and he pulled out a pipe that looked a little weird. He said “smoke this”. I have never done anything stronger than a margarita at my local bar and maybe smoked when I was drunk but I was a little scared and I had to ask him what it would do to me. He said it would make me feel so much better and then he said the magic words “I’ve lost 30 pounds from this stuff” I was on that pipe like it was his dick, I sucked like it was the only thing that saved my life.
I instantly felt great and from that night on I hooked up with this guy and we did nothing but “party”. Pretty soon he introduced me to those guys I had always wanted to be friends with. I had lost weight, I was feeling good, and every weekend I would hang out with the hottest men in the scene. I was finally where I wanted to be. This is where it gets a little difficult.
About six months after I had met all these amazing men I realized that some of them were either staying home more often or just getting sick and then it happened to me. I went to the doctor because of a cold and it was nothing except that I just couldn’t get rid of it. My doctor always was a nice guy but I had never been this sick before so when he came in with a somber look upon his face I thought the worst…OMG! I thought I must have Syphilis! He started off with saying that I would be fine as long as I rested and took a prescription and then he asked me afterwards if I have had any unprotected sex lately and I had to be honest and say yes and then he said it. ‘It seems you have contracted HIV ‘ I just about lost it and he asked me if I had been using drugs lately and I had told him that I had been using Crystal and he wasn’t surprised at all. I guess the hardest thing to do was tell all the hotties I had been hooking up with that I was HIV+ and then hoping that some of my friends would still be my friends. The really sad thing just happened a month ago. The guy who originally introduced me to this lifestyle just passed away and he was infected long before we ever hooked up.
Honey, this particular story is the reason I had to tell all of my beautiful hot boys that this month is Meth Month. You never know when one of your nearest and dearest is going to tell you they have either an STD or worse HIV and then to top it off realize it was their poor decision making from them doing meth that got them into this situation in the first place.
Mar 14, 2008 | 3:55 PM PST
Tags: Paris Hilton , Partying , Shopping
It's pure pandemonium as Paris Hilton hits Robertson and other popular celebrity spots, so join HOLLYWOOD.TV as we spend another cushy day with privileged Paris!
Paris is out shopping and, since catching Britney Spears is a bit more difficult these days since her father has stepped in to control her (and her big bank account!), so there turns out to be quite a bit of photogs present.
Later, she hooks up with her sister for what looks like a private party. And once evening arrives, we find her and latest boyfriend Benji Madden at popular Mr. Chow restaurant in Beverly Hills.
Jan 28, 2008 | 10:55 AM PST
Tags: bob , drinking , partying , jazz , new york city , drama , crazy
I left the lake on Saturday. I figured I'd get back and get ready for the work week ahead. I'm going on third shift starting at 1:30am tomorrow morning. I don't really know how to sleep, ectetera.
So Saturday night I went out, telling myself that this will be the LAST time I can go out for a long time. I took the 9:30pm bus into NYC and headed up to a fave jazz club. I stayed until four am and met up with Lance and we hung out for a few hours having breakfast and then he came back to the flat to hang out with me.
I thought he might make a good roommate.
I was a little enebriated.
So it was Sunday morning and he was on the cell with his girlfriend and he says he'll cook dinner. And I decide to have a change of heart and have Denise and Bob over one last time. Bob left for Fla. this morning and I figured they could meet Lance and tell me if they thought he'd make a good roommate.
So they came down.
And Lance made some beef ribs and veggies and it was all good.
Then Bob says he's having trouble breathing. Denise and Bob and Lance all go to Bob's car to drive up to his house to get his inhaler or some such thing.
Then a few minutes later Lance says that they need to use MY car because Bob's won't start. So I go down and over and Bob is having kind of an episode..it might have been drama, who knows? So I get into his car and have no trouble turning the engine over. Bob couldn't drive and I don't think Lance remembered how to drive a stick shift.
And so Bob decides that he'll stay there with Lance whilst Denise and I motor up to Bob's house and get his inhaler and some medicine thingy. Then we motor back. Bob is still standing on the sidewalk with Lance holding him -exactly where we left them.
I tell Bob that I'll just take him home. I get him in the car with Denise and Bob. We drive up to Bob's house. But we're stuck up there. I don't have any cash, nor does Lance. Denise wants to leave and says she'll pay for the taxi to take us all back. She and I have just about had it with Bob and his episodes.
So she calls a taxi and we motor on down and drop her at her flat and then on to my flat.
Lance goes into the parlor and is watching some video. I go to bed.
At 4:30am I hear the buzzer for the door. I think it must be Lance, that he locked himself outside while going out for a smoke. I buzz the door. Bob comes up the stairs huffing and puffing.
He says that he has a cab running outside and that he doesn't have any cash.
I ask him what's this all about.
He says that he had 300. in his wallet and somebody cleaned him out.
I asked him who?
He said that he knew that it was Lance.
Okay, now I'm dumbfounded. Did Lance steal the cash from Robert?
So I send Bob into the living room and he wakes Lance up and confronts him about the money. He says that he needs that money to get to the airport at 5:30am and that he doesn't know what to do.
Lance emphatically denies taking Bob's money. He explains to Bob about how he was having serious health issues and how we had to take him back to his house and how were we going to get home? Why didn't he offer to pay for a taxi to take us back, him with all his millions.
Bob says he would've if we had asked. Fat chance.
So then Bob says he wants to see Lance's wallet. Lance puts up a bit of a fight saying he can't believe what is going on here. So he says he has to use the loo, and hands me his wallet as he goes in. I give it to Bob. There are a few dollars in there, but no 300. Lance is very insulted by all of this.
Bob leaves.
We all go back to bed for a few hours. I wake up around 10am and decide that Lance must go. So I wake him up and tell him I need some alone time and would he get it together. We decide he'll leave around 12pm. So I make coffee and we hang out and he has a bowl of Fruit Loops and I tell him that I don't think I want a roommate for awhile. And he sounds a bit upset. But I tell him that I think that with the new job I just need to be alone for awhile, given the hours and everything. Eventually it sinks in. And he seems okay with it, but says I have to stop changing my mind all the time, and he gives me a little of his victim spiel. And I tell him that we've all been down that road...nobody has it easy all of the time.
And so this morning I walk him to the bus to take him home. And we stay for awhile and talk about cars while waiting for the bus which is late. Then I tell him that I can go out on weekends but that during the week I really have to focus on the job.
He shakes my hand, gets on the bus, and at that, he's gone.
I go home and clean up the mess, dishes and the like from the party. I remove all evidence.
Big question? Who stole the cash? Was it Denise? Was it Lance? Or did Bob just misplace it given his mental capacity with seizures and all?
And do I need this drama in my life? I want quiet now.
So I'll try to get back into bed around 4pm and sleep for a good many hours before treking into the city for the job. I'm here now to get info on how to get to the office.
Bob and the ambulances and the like are what caused me to go out and blow off some steam. Saw Charles, he looked miserable.
And so ends this January.
Have a great day world, and thanks for reading!
-Richard
