Well that’s a strong phrase I never thought I would say.
It’s a phrase that carries negative connotations because of the harmful vices associated with it. And calls up cliché images of people sitting in a circle on cheap plastic chairs in a dull community hall talking about their immoralities: alcohol, drugs, sex, porn, gambling….I must be a bad person with low morals and all sorts of problems, right?
Before you go too far passing judgement, addiction shouldn’t be a factor in deciding whether the person is immoral and bad. And what if the addiction is more benign than any of the common culprits mentioned above?
Allow me to start again. Hello, my name is Flo, and I am addicted to being unbored. Continue reading
My first time at the gay strip club in New Orleans proved to be an eye opening experience I live for experiences such as this to feed my appetite for understanding humanity. After that first visit, I’d made a new friend, Chase the young muscles with the bold moves on the bar. He is a native New Yorker and was quite new to the stripping scene in Nola. He’d met a wealthy Gay man who flew him down for a holiday, as Chase isn’t gay, his benefactor flew back to New York without him when he didn’t give in to his sexual advances. Life can be fickle sometimes but he rolled with the punches and started making the most of his time in Nola. We kept in touch even after my holiday ended and before I knew it I was on another flight back down to the hedonistic city on the Mississippi. Continue reading