BEING CONTINUED: L'entrance Grand - 1994 - Gay Lesbian Bi Trans News

My body is so numb that I can't feel that I am peeing into the toilet even though I am standing here watching it leave my body and splash into the water beyond the lip of the bowl. What should I do? Sit. Yes, that's a good idea. Take a minute to rest and catch my breath. I know if I sit too long that the ketamine will soak too deep and I'll forget where I am and what I'm doing. It feels good to be off of my feet, but there is still dancing to be done. I take a few deep breaths and try to focus on the actual writing on the wall. It's a sticker with some band on it. Never heard of them. I look down at my legs and I can already see the blonde hairs that cover them starting to wave and sway in unison, knowing that they aren't really moving. A quick smack to my face and it's time to get up. Should I do a bump while I'm here? Sure, but I gotta dig it out of my sock first. Leaning forward and reaching down without falling off the toilet is too hard, so I change my mind. I pull up my short-shorts and fumble with the door latch until the metal slab swings open with a bang. I almost fall with my first step. This floor is a flooded mess that's difficult to maneuver with unsteady limbs. Circuit treachery. I make my way over to the sink area of the ladies' room. An Asian queen with an 8-pack and silver eyelashes looks me over and says, "Oh, no no! Honeys, look at this mess!" I look in the mirror and he's right. He says, "Let us fix you up boo-boo." Before I answer two other guys join him at my side. The first gives me a bottle of water and I chug it down. It's a fresh, cold one, not one refilled at the sink. I stammer out a small "thanks." Another starts messing with my hair, putting in some cream that smells like a pina colada. My hair looks better than it did when I left the house. The Asian angel dabs my face with little blue sheets of paper and powders my face with a wide brush that was handed to him. He gives me a full body look, fixes my waistband and tells one of the guys to tie my left shoe. Admittedly, I am feeling better and more together. With a smile of satisfaction, the angel shakes his head and says, "The things you get away with when you are gorgeous. Now go out there and have fun." I smile and as I start to turn away he grabs my chin, gives me a small peck and whispers "Be careful. You've been put back together, but you are still cracked, baby. Pace yourself." I nod, knowing he's right, and take a deep breath. When I step back into the club the path to the dance floor may as well have been a runway. I may not be as good as new, but I'm definitely good to go.

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