We both ended up getting totally wasted, to the point where I can't remember big parts of the night. All I know is that some stuff happened that really shouldn't have happened. When that phone call ended, my mind started racing with more and more questions. It’s been almost a week now, and there’s not a day that has gone by in which I haven’t thought about that night and all the unanswered questions. That’s why I’m posting this thread here. It was very hi-energy and Italo,” remembers Mark Moore. “But what made it beautiful were Jeffery Hinton’s mix tapes. They were completely druggy and amazing. It was definitely the first place in London where there was mass ecstasy taking.”

Could he really remain awake and aroused and physically active during all of this, yet forget it all by the time he woke up the next morning? I don’t pretend to remember everything (I was pretty drunk myself), but I sure remember enough to know it happened. I had a similar experience with a 'straight' friend many years ago. We had a few drinks, I slept over his place, and then during the night while we were passed out together he started touching my face and laughing. At first I thought he was just being a goof, but then I moved a little closer. Before I knew it we were making out and it went from there. The good news is I don’t have feelings for him. Well, at least I don’t think I do. Time will tell, I guess. I would love to be romantically (or even just physically) involved with this guy, but our friendship has to come before that. I value our friendship too much to let anything else get in the way. The part of me that is attracted to this guy wants to believe that there’s more to the story than just a drunken encounter that he doesn’t even remember. The part of me that values our friendship more than anything is telling me that I’m treading on thin ice, and any wrong move could send the friendship crashing down.We know this because he’s getting an erection while wrestling with you. Well, that and because the guy all but told you to service him. But here is the weird thing. On three separate occasions, we’ve gotten into wrestling matches. Each time, he’s popped wood. The last time it happened, I could feel his stiffy through his sweats. If they have told others and it’s not gone well, it could compromise their living situation, or cut off access to friends and family. Offer yourself as a safe space for them, or help them find somewhere. A lot of doors slam on you when you come out; the ones that stay open really count and they’ll remember you for ever. Ask if they need anything, or just want you to listen Inspired by Paradise Garage, Swindells returned to London in ’82 and opened The Lift at the Gargoyle club. Susan Sarandon attended the opening bash and the club was immortalised as ‘The Shaft’ by Booker Prize winner Alan Hollinghurst in his first novel The Swimming Pool Library. I'm a straight guy and have never had any form of sexual experience with a guy until a couple of months ago.

In ’94, Suzie Kreuger arrived in London. With her NYC Clit Club experience, she launched the notorious Fist. A woman, promoting a gay fetish club, was a novelty in itself. The real revolution was that Fist welcomed S&M lesbians, who joined the leather men under one roof, all united in a passion for kink, pills and techno. At first there was an awkward silence. But then, after taking a super deep toke, Mike replied, “Cool man but I’m covering my eyes.” In 1990, another club launched in London that made the debauchery of Studio 54 appear tame and a bit lightweight. Laurence Malice (and Tim Stabler) launched Trade at Turnmills and unlike any club before, it started at 4am on a Sunday morning. She was strongly out and at that point I didn’t know who I was. I just thought she’s fabulous because she’s just so confident in who she is and I remember we used to listen to her, she’d tell us her stories. I feel like I want to text him to tell him how I'm feeling but I wonder whether it is just best left alone and hope that it's not awkward the next time I see him, whenever that may be.She would wear these like suits from Laura Ashley, which I found hilarious! When I was sat in my shell suit, she’d be like some, like tweed number from Laura Ashley, but she owned it. In the end though, he got me to release – but wow it took a lot of work. “Just do it dude – it’s your turn. Take a toke and put on the mask” The Here and Now I went straight to Groove Records and bought a copy on import the next day. The biggest night that played loads of house music was Pyramid at Heaven where Mark Moore and Colin Faver were residents.” On the flip side, should you decide against getting with him, don’t question your convictions. Most of the time, your inner voice is going to be right.

At any rate, a few weeks ago, on a Friday night – Mike busted out some 420. This wasn’t a surprise because in the past, we’ve shared a smoke together.I have never been intoxicated enough to not recollect my actions, especially engaging in sex with someone, and I sincerely doubt the honesty of anyone who claims such complete and total memory loss. Your best option is to let it go, chaulk it up to an error and forget it. If he comes to you with a confession and a willingness to leave her and move forward with you, then you will have your answers, and what you want. Trade, Garage and Fist weren’t the only LGBT clubs serving up nu techno and ‘hardbag’. The truly wayward headed to FF at Turnmills on Sunday nights. Launched in ’89 by Mark Langthorne and Nicholas Timms, it was a dark and uncompromising night that featured Suzie Kreuger on the door and a crowd who were happy to be bang at it ‘til 5am Monday morning. Mike even started showing me ways to workout using resistance bands and a kettlebell. Kind of cool, huh? During these training sessions, we got to know one another better and in ways that I can’t explain, increased our level of trust. Cloudy haze The phone call lasted maybe an hour, but it seemed liken an eternity. We probably went over the details of that night at least 3 times. He would ask me to repeat certain parts (maybe to see if my story would change or not). He continued to maintain that he didn’t remember anything. I explained that I hadn’t brought it up because I knew it would be uncomfortable for him. I apologized for telling Doug about the situation, but I did try to explain my need to confide in someone about what happened. I told him how important our friendship was, and that I wanted to preserve it at all costs. He said that he needed some time to deal with the situation.