G is for………

JG has something he wants to share with you!

As you are probably aware, GHB is a massive influence on the Brighton scene.

Your first shot, is exactly like how you feel when you have your first cigarette. You don’t like it, it makes you feel ill. You have to force yourself to like it, then your hooked but instead of cancer you end up with a selection of STDs and flash backs of a pillow case in your face and you end up partying and having sex with the same people every weekend.

You lose respect on the scene (and for yourself) because you are not seen as someone that is viable for a relationship.

If G (Gina) was a person, this is the letter I would have sent her… I think its important for people to remember how they felt before they fell in love with Gina…

G is for…

I was supposed to start writing this about twenty minutes before my fingers hit the keyboard. I was caught in a moment between the bucket at my bedside and my churning stomach. As painful and hideous as the experience of puking up everything including (the last remnants of) my soul, I was still able to catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror and make a mental note to not wear guy-liner on a night where drugs are going to be involved… My vanity makes me digress..

The issue…

The people I know around here seem to love you Gina and I have tried to. I really have. I’m a full fledged to the absolute max addict.

But my experience with you has never been great. Am I the only one? It’s a pretty fucked up world I live in to ask myself, “hmm- the drain cleaner your putting into your body doesn’t make you feel like you’re having a lovely time like everybody else appears to- maybe there’s something wrong with you?”.

Oh Gina, Why am I not entirely sure what you do for me exactly?

I have used you with caution… and I have abused you… and everything in between.

Why did you have to stain my Vivienne Westwood manbag Gina…WHY?

Read this not as me frowning upon – I judge absolutely no one. I’m a trash bag too- Its just Gina is not my tipple. I have tried to get into it… tried to understand it and I just don’t.

I cannot really write any of this without being hypocritical, but I am just going to put it out there regardless.

What will be our next new thing? Once we’ve tired of all the people overdosing on dancefloors, putting ourselves in compromising situations, squiffing out, watching others get hooked and be dependent, seeing yourself looking amazing babe with your whole zombie shuffle neigh like a horse thing going on. Its so grimy.

We used to be fabulous bitches that could have amazing sex and party for days on other things without the requirement for paint stripper…

I don’t know why I’m so angry at you Gina… I think its because this is the 2nd time in 4 days you’ve made me puke. yes YOU have made me ill.

This is my final statement- sashay away your ruining the gays, stick to your drains…