The Perfect Drug

In the grand tradition of all great parties, this function a. started at 1am on Sunday morning and b. came equipped with its on drugs. The combination of the two undoubtedly landed me in the arms of K.HAN.

K.HAN

First Met: 2003/4 ?

Graduating: … he’s 36

Studying: Brain Sciences; how appropriate that I should meet him on ecstasy

Residing: some house with a funny name, next town over

Fun Fact: Used to be married – to a lesbian

K.HAN apparently met me years ago at the greek organization I pretend to be a member of; I never really understood his deal – I thought he was a Grad Student, which apparently he WAS, but is now on staff somewhere. Now, apparently I stopped dancing with the beautiful gay boy in blacklight sensitive body paint to make out with K.HAN, and we shortly found ourselves in this tenty deal in the next room (it was that kind of party, boys and girls). So we’re doing what we can given the relatively public place we’re in, and then this Eastern European kid comes up to us. “I understand you’re busy,” he says, “but I’d really like to fuck her.” Which could have ended a few ways but ended up with me between the two menfolk as they discussed fetishizing Black women; who knew we were so popular among the Slavs ? In the end, the Yugo (we think his name was Yuri) got too handsy and we went back to the two of us, but eventually parted ways (one of K.HAN’s party members had fallen asleep and it was better to get him home sooner than later.)

My issue here is, I’ve got all these intensely sexual and positive feelings about this individual, but I can’t be sure if they should rightly be attributed to him or the drug of choice that night. Hmm.