Well, there is never a dull Southern Decadence. There were highs... lows... dramatic fiery moments... sordid moments... thrills... debauchery... disappointments... everything.
The highlight of the trip was to spend time with the sweetest couple Kelly and Jeff
, who I hadn't seen since SF three years ago. Hanging around them was fun and easy. I admire their love and devotion to each other. I also got to meet sexy blogger, Erik Rubright
. The wonderful thing about meeting bloggers is that you already know them!
The lowlights of the trip was seeing so many cracked out friends. I have never abused drugs. I don't have that addictive trait. I was stunned how many friends were on full tilt with alcohol and drugs. I could never do that to my own body.
There was some drama over the weekend with the Mean Girls. I am still piecing together what gives others motivation to be so damn mean. I am steadily reaching the conclusion that jealousy is at the heart of the matter. I'll probably address this in a later blog post.
Finally, I learned a valuable lesson over the weekend. If you let them, friends will walk all over you. Sometimes, you must put your foot down and be a total Jimbo
. I rented a nice place next to the Bourbon Pub. Even though there was just three of us sleeping there, it was often grand central station all hours of the night. It was no fun picking up empty coke baggies, watching your hall bathroom be used as a sex/drug room, or spending $450 to repair a sink that two dumbasses broke while apparently trying to fuck.
Despite the setbacks, I did have fun for Southern Decadence. It is probably the most fun and nicest event for gay men in the world. New Orleans is North America's most liberal city where sodomy rules in and out of the bedroom. Where else is public sex on the street so passé? So, cheers to another Southern Decadence!