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I need you to know that there really is sex after meth.
Good sex.
Great sex.
And, better yet, there is looooove after meth.
But don't take my word for it!
In this episode, Dave Becker shares his journey of redis...
Would you refer to an African American as the "N" word?
How about calling two gay men walking down the street "A couple of F-ggots"?
How about a homeless person acting erratically on the street, a "Psycho"?
I seriously doubt it.
Certain words carry stigma, hate, and energetic implications.
Rec...
I started as many of us do: a Weekend Warrior.
Every other Friday night (I had the kids every other week) was my solo night with Tina.
I'd smoke a bowl, and for some odd reason, I would put on makeup, attempt crafting projects, and take hundreds of selfies.
Who is THAT person??
Saturday, I wo...
As a military brat, I grew up in trailer parks along the coast of North Carolina.
Instant neighborhood of other military brats.
A huge fenced-in playground was in the center of one of the parks. I remember playing there until the "street lights came on," the universal Gen X sign that it was ti...
What is your number one trigger?
And I don't mean trigger to use drugs.
Just simply: When do you find yourself the most angry?
Pause for a minute and answer the question.
Whenever I ask this to my clients, there is always one commonality in their answers: it is always someone else's problem...
My first psychedelic experience happened in the "Goddess" room of a real-life Goddess.
I had been abstinent from meth for almost two years and about 8 months into my spiritual journey (for the full story of how I began that journey, tune into Episode 1:2 Dallas's Story).
The "sitter" or "guide"...
What was the one thing that kept me actively using Meth?
Without a doubt, it was Fear Of Missing Out (FOMO).
The nuance that makes the Tina world different than other stubstances, is that we as gay men know that at ANYtime and ANYwhere there will be a chemsex parTy.
It is like a child who live...
After receiving my number from the front desk, I found a seat in the crowd.
The atrium was packed, but I managed to find a solo chair.
Chatter echoed across the A-frame ceilings, occasionally interrupted by the shrieks from unruly children.
Their mothers yelling commands in vain.
Recognizing ...
Today, we're diving deep into something that many of us have struggled with throughout our lives long before crystal entered the picture - boundaries.
Not just what they are but how they become the foundation of a life worth staying present for.
"What you into?"
Dear lord, how many times have...
Ever listen to the labels we give ourselves?
"I'm a morning person."
"I'm not a reader."
"I'm just not a foodie."
When did we decide what we are?
At what point did we accept our role in life?
I used to say that I did not like to camp.
Years later, after going camping a few times, I realize...
5:30am comes early when you are catching the public bus.
Homeless and on my way to the courthouse to pee in a cup, then to treatment.
Once settled in my seat, I would close my eyes and lean my head back.
This would be my hour of escape into the future while we made our way to the City of Charl...
I loved shoplifting.
Toward the end of meth use, stealing was the only high I enjoyed.
The euphoria sweeping my body as the Target cart crossed the threshold was invigorating.
The adrenaline rush from getting out with a pile of goods tided me over until we could score.
And the only way to sco...
