Slip, Slide and Sex on the Ice

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[toallthebeautifulthingss-blog]

"Everyone thinks the life of an addict is so crazy and glamorous. Like how drugs are portrayed in the movies. You picture junkies running through the streets robbing people you picture gun shots, sex and money. You imagine crazy adventures and running from the cops like the movie Spring Beakers. Truth is, addicts lives are nothing like how they appear to be in hollywood. Drug addiction is pathetic. You’ll still be an addict after the two hour movie comes to an end and everyone leaves the theater. 

There’s a hidden reality to the drug world that people don’t seem to understand. Everyday there’s a new dilemma. How will you get enough money to get your next fix? Will your dealer have enough to get you high? Drugs engulf your everyday thought. Finding drugs, finding money, doing drugs, coming down, feeling regretful, going up, loving drugs and hating drugs, hating yourself, being too high to hate anything, finding a place to do drugs, making shitty friends, losing friends, getting sober, relapsing, losing your family, dead friends and finding more money all over again.

It appears so thrilling in the beginning. But after watching the same few scenes, year after year it becomes your least favorite movie. You’ll look around and realize the theater is empty because all of your friends moved to different movies years ago. You’re alone. Junkie bonds and junkie friends never last long. They’re almost as unreliable as the drugs they’re doing. If you look in the mirror and can’t love yourself, how could you possibly love anyone else? ....

Wouldn’t it be lovely if our lives were like the drug movies? That there was in fact a happy ending. If our lives were a drug movie, the nightmare would end as soon as the credits started rolling. You could get up out of your seat and leave the theater and live your own life. You could leave the theater and chose a different film to watch. If life were a drug movie, I wouldn’t have an aching hole in my chest. Too bad rock bottom only plays one channel and my remote is broken indefinitely. "

[sk8sonpoint]

you are kidding me, right?

i am supposed to say something after THAT?

she's covered it i think

brave gal!b brave!

[emt-monster]

[sk8sonpoint]

sage advice i am only too willing to take

it was the medics that saved a friends life one night

and mine really

[marigay]

[sk8sonpoint]

sometimes sweetness just comes all wrapped up on a bow

is it my birthday yet? 

[nyrammer]

[sk8sonpoint]

at the intersection of Sex and Beauty, time stood still 

[sexymatureworldwide]

[sk8sonpoint]

YES YES YES YES YES

did i say YES

did you hear me say "YES?"

can can I get a "HELL YES?"

?can i get an "amen"

can i get his damn phone number?

YES YES YES YES YES

[cigartop-deactivated20150704]

[sk8sonpoint]

Cigar Top Alex Marte

i'd sure as all hell let him smoke me

smoke me up

smoke me on

smoke in me

smoke over me

smoke me on sunday, praise the lord

smoke me on tuesday too 

w, th, fri, sat, and mon

did i leave anything out????

[satanss-mistress]

[sk8sonpoint]

then bend with the pain....if you bend v. resist you will not break

i'm not recommending wallowing or pity parties

in our pain we find our lessons, that's all 

what is it you need to learn from whatever situation you are in ? 

that's all

you have a gift

it's call "I get you" meaning you can express, in writing, how others feel so that when we read the page we say "she get's me" or "she understands how I feel"

bend, feel it, write, write, write dear one

you have SO much to offer so many

[stay-ocean-minded]

maybe people would ask me stuff if i were attractive

[sk8sonpoint]

baby if thats you in the picture you are beautiful just as you are ..nothing needs to change...ok an english lit class or two maybe ? :) I could give private lessons..have something I might ummm could use ?

[youdontbuystyle-deactivated2016]

[sk8sonpoint]

I always dreamed of having a boy like this....sweet, gentle, sexy and soft....and that smile .. the kind of boy you took home to Mama and could not wait to leave the office and get home. He IS the one...

To Be Continued 

[kevinfranzisamonster]

[sk8sonpoint]

7 god damned clicks b4 I could "heart" this ? wtf signed Myrna

[gentlemonster001]

[sk8sonpoint]

who are you, where are you and we aren't married WHY? never have I seen what I see through someone else's eyes omfg I'll marry you sight unseen

[inspiri-blog]

I found that every single successful person I’ve ever spoken to had a turning point and the turning point was where they made a clear, specific, unequivocal decision that they were not going to live like this anymore. Some people make that decision at 15 and some people make it at 50 and most never make it at all.”

Brian Tracy (via inspiri)

thank you...in the last curve

[nicolethedopefiendqueen]

If I die of a drug overdose at least I will die doing something I love and I can’t ask for much more than that.

(via shelovedthedrugsmorethanherself)

Except that u die alone just like all the other times when the junkie funk promised a “good time” What fucking ever

the real challenge, the ultimate fuck u is then to LIVE to be happy, to be free, to worship as u see fit and if it so pleases fuck your brains out with the hottest studs u can find leave your losers in the dust give up drugs if you must moderate and plan otherwise this life is yours YOU baby are the prize

[sk8sonpoint]

you know you are an addict when ...

you don't want any more goddamned drugs in your body and you're still at the party and you hurt all over and you do it anyway

[sk8sonpoint]

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[crystalwon-deactivated20180325]

i, too, sang the blues

i don’t known how old i was or exactly what year it was when i first saw the 1972 movie lady sings the blues with dianna ross (who incidentally gave the performance of a lifetime) I do know I was well into my mastery of alcoholism because at least 8/10 times i watched the movie i was fortified with an arsenal of booze. (crying is always so much easier when you are blotto)

the draw to the movie was the music. i loved the music of billie holiday, sarah vaughn, and diana washington. i used to lay on the floor of my apartment with a stereo speaker at each ear and a liter of whatever singing with her about all my troubles. little did i know. 

now the what happened; that is absolutely clear in my mind. the what being that i stopped breathing..literally. not once, but twice, I found myself literally holding my breath.

the first time I held my breath was the scene where a strung out billie holiday (ross) attempts to apply lipstick with a very shaky hand. it’s clear she is trying so hard to keep her shit together and “look” like she is ok at any cost. its a moment of pleading with the universe and perhaps a silent bargain “if you will just get me through this…”  of course, no matter how hard she tries, everything is askew; her crooked lipstick a ironic twist to drive home the point: ms. holiday has a problem. 

and who can forget the scene in the bathroom where a desperate billie, no longer worried about how she looks, struggles to get a needle in her arm so that she can stop shaking, stop the voices that are screaming inside her head , relieve the pain at any cost. ms. holiday has more than a problem. ms. holiday is a junkie.

so why? why me? why did i hold my breath? yes the story is tragic and yes ms. ross delivered an outstanding/real life performance. but this was something much deeper. it was instinctual. it was automatic. it was uncomfortable.

i think what i saw that day was a glimpse into my future.

[sk8sonpoint]

ever tied? to, you know, fuck away the pain?

i mean sincerely tried to fuck it away. have you set out with deliberate intent and formidable action to fuck so hard or so long or so many (all 3) that it will blot everything out?

and if you have, will you admit to it?