The Introduction

Meet W.... he's a methy-mess. He loves the gay crack a little too much. English may be his second language but give her a minute with a chrystal meth pipe/bong/line and her primary language sounds more like a duck on fire [quaaaak quaaak blaaakk blick Bllllllaaaaak]. We've been friends for about five years now and this is it. I'm done. He's done. He's actually OVER done but I'll get to that in a second.

I hate her [him, we're gay and sometimes we call each other... use the feminine pronouns to...oh, read a pamphlet or something] at this moment. I hate that I hate her actually. She is fucking disgusting to me right now. But then there are those moments when I wish i would wake up and my friend would still be there. I cringe at the fact that it looks like that will never be true again... W. as my friend is becoming a distant memory with each day that passes this week. Now, we're adversarial roommates at bes and that all developed in a matter of days or hours even. OK... so that's just selfish. So far, I'm venting, but i'm not explaining. In SF, lots of boys party and that party exists on multiple levels. Before we start on levels, the golden party rule:

If you snort Tina, you're gonna dance all night... start smoking Tina, you're Tina's bitch. She's a mean mistress, and she might take you for everything.

Crystal, Tina, Methany, Meth, The Mean Girl, The Evil One, That Hateful Bitch, T, Tea, Crissy, Xtina, That Bitch... she goes by many names.

Level I The Social Intro
This is the first bump or two, or for some who start at the intermediate level, their first hit on the crystal meth pipe. [I've got too much to say to explain the basics so check out tweaker.org if you get lost ;-)~ ] This can be from a friend, a trick, a family member, a neighbor... the boys have more access to meth than to coke if you ask me.

Level II The Session
This is all about length of experience. It is quite often sexual in this city. You bring a boy home, you're already high or drunk or thinking about becoming one, the other, or both. It is combined with sex or dancing or hanging out with a group [notice the sexual to platonic environments] or a combination of many things that add up to an extended experience. Holiday weekends, extra sexy boys with baggies, and pure desire have been my favorite reasons to party in the past. [I'll touch on that in a completely separate blog]. This is quite often combined with long HOT sex sessions that introduce ya to how deliciously primal meth sex can truly be. no shit. lol.

Level III The Habit
This is where people get lost. It's best described by excuses or reasons that excuse the usage over I and II. I only party on the weekends [There are 52 weekends in a year] or I only party on special occasions [Defining special changes over time]. it's mainly combining an activity and usage. Party and Play is probably the most famous. Lending it's name to the pervasive Peter Pan Syndrome [I don't wanna grow up!] that many gay guys in SF suffer from...me included. It's simple, you party [use] and then you play [sex with other users]. Tweaker sex can last for hours, is characterized by intensity, and is the leading behavioral link to HIV in SF among gay men. We like to Party N Play or PNP. Guys put it in their profiles and ask it in cute ways like, "hey, do you parTy"? it's reminiscent of the "cuten-ing" of other serious issues like HIV... are you "pos"?

Level IV The Lost Ones
Think of being lost in a thought. Disconnected from everything but claiming to be in tune. Creating your own reality from a retarding combination of sleep, nutrient, and social deprivation. You simply fill in the blanks with paranoia, over-sexed behavior, and more meth. This is the bitch stage. Tina is passenger seat driving, she's sitting on your lap playing with your stick, She's taking over the wheel... you're officially OOC or out of control. You're out of anyone's control, most importantly your own.

This is where W. is slipping into. Right now, it's hard to tell where he is. He's tiring, that's for damned sure. Hopefully, I don't have to lay his ass out. I'm not moving for six months so let's see where this goes...


IN THE NEXT INSTALLMENT:

Crash! Her Crack Pipe Hits the Roof [aka The Beginning of the End...]


Jon Eaton... the not-so-innocent bystander and roomie.