Beauty and the BEAST
I went to my social club last night. I was horny. Got off work at 8pm and didn't have to be at work until 1pm the next day. Why stay home and do laundry when you can have a couple of hours of stand up sex!
I arrived around 10pm. The Zone hasn't changed much over the years, but have I? That's a hard question to answer.
There is one thing that did strike me last night. The tweaker boys stood out. Were they on Crystal, ecstasy, GHB I don't know for sure. Probalby all three. I could see their pain. I once had that pain.
There was a trio of boys that seemed to be friends. It's funny. They all had similiar builds. About 5ft 6. Probably weighed 120 pounds. Hey, that was me back in my party boy days.
Cute boys. Not drop dead stop you in your tracks gorgeous, but cute. I could tell they had been partying. One was particularly sexy. He had piercing eyes. I tried to play with him. We kissed, we played with each others nipples. I knew he was high. He had that smell. Even that taste. I could see it in his vacant pretty brown eyes. He was lost. These pretty lost boys were searching for love in all the wrong places. That was me. It actually broke my heart to hold him. I wanted to tell him that the BEAST was not his friend.
Later that night I saw someone I knew back in my aerobic teaching days. I had recently run into him at a CMA meeting. He obviously wasn't sober any more. His eyes were glazed. Even in the dark, I could see his saucer sized pupils. This is a nice kid. I would have never guessed he would become a victim of the BEAST. I let him be. I knew he wasn't ready to slay the BEAST.
Again later on, I ran into a guy I had partied with. He obviously had been partying and was still partying. It was very uncomfortable to watch him. He had a beanie pulled down over his hair. His cheeks were hollow. He had that hadn't slept in days look. Now he was beautiful man. But now he was a mere shell of what he used to be. He looked so sad. Why was he at the Zone? He was too tweaked out to trick with anyone. He was sitting on a bench. He would cross his arms and then uncross his arms. Guys would cruise him, but he would look right through them. I had partied with him once or twice probably 13 years ago. The BEAST still had his soul.
It's so scary. Any one of these people could have offered me a bump. Evidence of the power of the BEAST was staring me in the face. Would I be seduced? Could I be seduced? I don't want to feel that kind of pain any more. I hurt for these boys. I pray for these boys. I pray for me. I no longer want to be bested by the BEAST.
posted by RogerD @ 11:18 PM
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