tantric
Bluelighter
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my weekend with tina and ace
'tina' is what gay men call meth. i don't use the word because, frankly, it's faggy and i hate it. 'ace' is what i'm calling acetildenafil.
so i met this guy online who wanted to try my ace, being that he was deep in with tina and suffering the common side effect there of. i made it clear that while i may spend my time with tina, i don't 'party and play' meaning i dont' do meth sex or casual/anonymous sex at all. i was bored so i drove into town to hang with the guy, k-, and maybe make some hustle. he's living in a hotel, some part of a divorce thing, and basically smoking meth and luring guys over to have pornsex with. note - chromecast is a TOTAL BITCH with hotel wifi - the first tech thing i've encountered that bested me in years. could not make it work, had to get a cable. anyway, talking with k- was fun, and i enjoy talking with his tricks before they go do their thing. since i know a lot about drugs, especially exotic ones, i'm fun to talk to about such and i've been in such situations, like i think salons? where rich bored people 'collect' interesting mildly crazy people to liven their parties. i'm pretty comfortable with what's going on - life is a circus. i go home after a day or so, then this happens a second time, in which k- expresses interest in buying my ace - the whole bag, which is cool with me cause i'd be able to re-up for something more interesting.
so k- wants me to come in and stay 3 days, do some moving stuff, get paid, and hang out and oh, can i set him up for an oh zee of tina. i don't do weight, because it's stupid, but i know folks, so i pass it on to my former and future bf, and they try to set it up. whatever. so k- has moved to a deluxe hotel room with two stories - i have my own bedroom. still can't make chromecast work, but i'm useful in many ways and still being amused. now, about these sexscapades - hardons are lacking, and that is a problem. to me, it's obvious that there is no wood because they are not aroused - there is a difference between wanting to have an orgasm and being aroused. when you spend a good portion of your time pretending your on porn, day after day, shit gets old. but people don't seem to get that. being around such has caused me to be utterly uninterested in blah sex. i want the fucking MAGIC. i want electricity, i want the GD earth to move, and if that's not the plan, i'll skip it. my life is about collecting peak experiences, not grinding my dick down to a stub. anyway, i don't say such shit to people, because, well, that doesn't go over well.
k- backs out of the oh zee tina deal at the last minute because he can't get a sample delivered before hand (what the fuck planet do you get samples?) which leaves my once and future bf in a mess, but i don't make a big deal out of it. understand that i serve the gods of fate and coincidence, so letting things roll is basically a religious duty for me. on the third day, he sends me to pick up a trick, which i do. when said trick boards my truck, i see his ink and know he's a con. we hit it off immediately, talking prison shit. i stop by a store to pick up some dxm and my con buddy knows straight up i'm gonna mop it, and goes scare then rejoins, no problem. we talk about our hustles - he's a real grifter, laying stories on people and getting money out of them as a living. and, seriously, he's a stone cold sexy MF but i'm ignoring this as best i can but damn, it's nice to be able to talk shit with real people again. back at the hotel, the plan is that this guy and i were going to be moving shit today, but for some reason that doesn't seem to be happening. early that day i'd said to k- that i needed to geek up if we were going to work, and k- says 'no, that's a reward'. okay, no. i don't live life like that - i'm not waiting for heaven, but it's his geek, so whatever. now with the three of us in the hotel, k- is giving me looks and shit, saying at one point, 'you need to shut off the computer now, i don't like that'. fundamentally, if you're my friend and a guy, you don't tell me what to do. but okay, i shut it down and talk. now k- isn't liking that new tricks wants to smoke, but apparently, i've had enough and it's making me crazy. i ask what that means and get nothing, just disapproval. now, i don't play by normal social rules, but i've been driving this guy around for days, do a perfect job of it, meaning i'm handling my shit. but i do often offend people, so i let it pass. k- has had my packet of ace for three days and has not paid me for it and now he tells me it's time for me to get my stuff together and get ready to go. now, hear this, he wants me to make him a receipt for the ace. yes, when you buy drugs, it's a good idea to keep the receipt, in case you want to return them later. i write something down and ask him what the problem is. he says that the ace doesn't work, and this is because it's either phony or 'you just think you're a scientist'. right, he went there. wtf? i mean, it's got the manufacturer's label on it. is it phony, or, perhaps, is YOUR DICK BROKE? so i pack my shit and leave - what i actually say to him is 'i offered you the true stuff, with pure heart, and you spat on it - dude, limp is with you for life now, your curse'.
later, back at home, i sent a text to the con/trick, asking him for links to some of his music. he sends, and also tells me he was carrying that day and was on the edge of rolling k-, mostly because he's an ass. i do walk in the light and don't approve of such, but damn, i think it would have been educational for him. me and trick guy are gonna hang some time, he's gonna show me his hustle, which will be cool. peace y'all. meth is the devil.
'tina' is what gay men call meth. i don't use the word because, frankly, it's faggy and i hate it. 'ace' is what i'm calling acetildenafil.
so i met this guy online who wanted to try my ace, being that he was deep in with tina and suffering the common side effect there of. i made it clear that while i may spend my time with tina, i don't 'party and play' meaning i dont' do meth sex or casual/anonymous sex at all. i was bored so i drove into town to hang with the guy, k-, and maybe make some hustle. he's living in a hotel, some part of a divorce thing, and basically smoking meth and luring guys over to have pornsex with. note - chromecast is a TOTAL BITCH with hotel wifi - the first tech thing i've encountered that bested me in years. could not make it work, had to get a cable. anyway, talking with k- was fun, and i enjoy talking with his tricks before they go do their thing. since i know a lot about drugs, especially exotic ones, i'm fun to talk to about such and i've been in such situations, like i think salons? where rich bored people 'collect' interesting mildly crazy people to liven their parties. i'm pretty comfortable with what's going on - life is a circus. i go home after a day or so, then this happens a second time, in which k- expresses interest in buying my ace - the whole bag, which is cool with me cause i'd be able to re-up for something more interesting.
so k- wants me to come in and stay 3 days, do some moving stuff, get paid, and hang out and oh, can i set him up for an oh zee of tina. i don't do weight, because it's stupid, but i know folks, so i pass it on to my former and future bf, and they try to set it up. whatever. so k- has moved to a deluxe hotel room with two stories - i have my own bedroom. still can't make chromecast work, but i'm useful in many ways and still being amused. now, about these sexscapades - hardons are lacking, and that is a problem. to me, it's obvious that there is no wood because they are not aroused - there is a difference between wanting to have an orgasm and being aroused. when you spend a good portion of your time pretending your on porn, day after day, shit gets old. but people don't seem to get that. being around such has caused me to be utterly uninterested in blah sex. i want the fucking MAGIC. i want electricity, i want the GD earth to move, and if that's not the plan, i'll skip it. my life is about collecting peak experiences, not grinding my dick down to a stub. anyway, i don't say such shit to people, because, well, that doesn't go over well.
k- backs out of the oh zee tina deal at the last minute because he can't get a sample delivered before hand (what the fuck planet do you get samples?) which leaves my once and future bf in a mess, but i don't make a big deal out of it. understand that i serve the gods of fate and coincidence, so letting things roll is basically a religious duty for me. on the third day, he sends me to pick up a trick, which i do. when said trick boards my truck, i see his ink and know he's a con. we hit it off immediately, talking prison shit. i stop by a store to pick up some dxm and my con buddy knows straight up i'm gonna mop it, and goes scare then rejoins, no problem. we talk about our hustles - he's a real grifter, laying stories on people and getting money out of them as a living. and, seriously, he's a stone cold sexy MF but i'm ignoring this as best i can but damn, it's nice to be able to talk shit with real people again. back at the hotel, the plan is that this guy and i were going to be moving shit today, but for some reason that doesn't seem to be happening. early that day i'd said to k- that i needed to geek up if we were going to work, and k- says 'no, that's a reward'. okay, no. i don't live life like that - i'm not waiting for heaven, but it's his geek, so whatever. now with the three of us in the hotel, k- is giving me looks and shit, saying at one point, 'you need to shut off the computer now, i don't like that'. fundamentally, if you're my friend and a guy, you don't tell me what to do. but okay, i shut it down and talk. now k- isn't liking that new tricks wants to smoke, but apparently, i've had enough and it's making me crazy. i ask what that means and get nothing, just disapproval. now, i don't play by normal social rules, but i've been driving this guy around for days, do a perfect job of it, meaning i'm handling my shit. but i do often offend people, so i let it pass. k- has had my packet of ace for three days and has not paid me for it and now he tells me it's time for me to get my stuff together and get ready to go. now, hear this, he wants me to make him a receipt for the ace. yes, when you buy drugs, it's a good idea to keep the receipt, in case you want to return them later. i write something down and ask him what the problem is. he says that the ace doesn't work, and this is because it's either phony or 'you just think you're a scientist'. right, he went there. wtf? i mean, it's got the manufacturer's label on it. is it phony, or, perhaps, is YOUR DICK BROKE? so i pack my shit and leave - what i actually say to him is 'i offered you the true stuff, with pure heart, and you spat on it - dude, limp is with you for life now, your curse'.
later, back at home, i sent a text to the con/trick, asking him for links to some of his music. he sends, and also tells me he was carrying that day and was on the edge of rolling k-, mostly because he's an ass. i do walk in the light and don't approve of such, but damn, i think it would have been educational for him. me and trick guy are gonna hang some time, he's gonna show me his hustle, which will be cool. peace y'all. meth is the devil.