Is There A Light That I Can Shine?

After smoking for the first time, a friend of mine once said to me, “You know, I like the energy and I love the euphoria it provides but I don’t exactly care for all the cock thoughts.”

Methamphetamine is an extraordinary drug. For some, it’s a waking, wet dream;  others experience it as a sort of ecstatic nightmare.  Strangely, in any case, it’s highly addictive. It’s remarkable and awesome that such a drug exists. A crystalline substance that, when inhaled,  evokes an overwhelming, some would say, unhealthy fixation on the male anatomy. It’s true.

Well, I mean, mostly. Meth evokes other compulsive behaviors. In women, it has a tendency to awaken a compulsion to either clean obsessively, talk incessantly or fuck relentlessly. And in men, it inevitably stirs the beast within. Whether that beast is charged up to permanently dismantle everything from household appliances to auto engines or transfixed on a computer monitor, flipping through pages and pages (and pages and pages) of web-based porn, with his dick out and lube everywhere, never actually clicking on a particular title and almost never getting off, just depends on the man and the grade of the drugs that day.

But with gay men, the ‘T’ has one basic effect (or so it seems): surefire, insatiable cock-hunger.

Sebastian Wilde is no exception, in fact, he could easily be the poster-child for meth-driven cum lust. In this film, he is the ultimate self-hating fag, plagued with internalized homophobia that he wears like a high school letter jacket, utterly convinced that his true affinity is for female strippers while he devours every dick in sight. .

So, addictive? Yes. But a motherfucker, nonetheless.

As for my friend and his dismay at his so-called cock thoughts? I told him I had no idea what he was talking about.