Wild

Last night at the Mardi Gras Harbour Party two bare-chested blokes poured a mate into the back seat. “He’s got a medical condition,” one explained without batting an eyelid. “Oh, really,” I replied. “Too much GHB?” To this they feigned exaggerated surprise and mock horror.

GHB is one of the most popular drugs in the gay party scene and if consumed too quickly can have devastating effects. People think someone zoning out is having a really good time when actually they may be quietly dying.

My passengers were experienced enough to know their mate was losing consciousness and so chose to leave the party early, despite outlaying $700 (tickets were $140). Rather than take him to hospital they wanted to manage his condition at home by keeping him awake until the drug wore off. Apparently this procedure is a common occurrence amongst friends.

From my understanding such cases are generally the exception with the majority of partygoers either using drugs in moderation or sticking to booze. And these days the strong likelihood of drug detection dogs being in attendance at large events certainly influences consumption.

Yet for some thrill seekers moderation is a quaint concept and the wilder the experience the better. “How was your night?” I asked one young fella early on Sunday morning. “Do anything interesting?”

“Well, I went to a new sauna place,” he announced airily, “and...(had heterosexual sex with)...a post-op trannie.” Gulp. This was only achievable, he explained, after first injecting Viagra into his dick* followed by a shot of ice in the arm. Double gulp.

However he was more concerned about the act itself and the ramifications for his sexuality. “Oh my God,” he cried dramatically, “I can’t believe I did that. What if I’m turning straight? Hilarious!” His Mum will be surprised.

* A warning from the passenger: when using Viagra this way, only stick it in muscle. Never, ever, inject in the blue vein as it ‘blows up something terrible’. Now you know, thrill seekers.

Comments

[Romany]

Adrian, this post - far from being a lead balloon - gave me much food for thought, and it's taken a few days to digest.

I turned 21 in 1964, the year The Beatles claimed to have invented sex, so have seen (or heard about) a few big changes in sexual behaviour over the last five decades.

Though alarmed at the risks taken by your passengers, I was shocked at how openly they discussed their activities with a complete stranger.

In my day, we girls just didn't talk about such things ...

[Greg]

Lead balloon? Sure, when's the last time you had a positive story about gays?

[adrian]

Romany, men are most likely to reveal such things, especially those with little self regard. I blame the drugs.

Cranky Greg, here you go.

[marcellous]

PS, Adrian, if you think the post you have referred Cranky Greg to says anything particularly positive about gays (as opposed to tolerating them and telling a story about how they only need to have a go to be accepted) then you are still missing the point.

[adrian]

Marcellous, Greg's comment inferred that I intentionally present gays in a negative light, meaning I'm anti-gay.

If that were true then I wouldn't be reporting on a gay man's successful struggle for acceptance, surely.