Lets acknowledge two very real aspects of this weeks article.
First, that you have clear and accurate memories of the 1980’s is impressive
The entire decade for most of us old enough to remember, was a chemical infused no limit journey into life in the very fast lane. Im certain I lost at least 10 IQ points.
Second, despite the shallow lyrics of Tony Lewis, the attitude of the time, both glorified & promoted random sexual encounters. That’s not to say the behavior I (or you) participated in was okay, but it was socially acceptable for a large segment of society at the time.
I don’t remember how many R&R guys showed up at my KFOG studio with bands, groupies. concert tickets & cocaine..but it was a lot.
I also wished I could say I did not bed many married women who were just experiencing their “girls night out”. I wish I could.
I’m so grateful that the lessons of recovery have changed my behavior and most importantly my view of those days.
Glorified and promoted indeed... an entire style of women's footwear was known as the PCFM Pump: Pease Come Fuck Me. But maybe it was possible to be promiscuous without being thoughtless? That's the part I feel bad about. Like I often say: It's not who you're fucking; it's about who you're fucking over.
Lets acknowledge two very real aspects of this weeks article.
First, that you have clear and accurate memories of the 1980’s is impressive
The entire decade for most of us old enough to remember, was a chemical infused no limit journey into life in the very fast lane. Im certain I lost at least 10 IQ points.
Second, despite the shallow lyrics of Tony Lewis, the attitude of the time, both glorified & promoted random sexual encounters. That’s not to say the behavior I (or you) participated in was okay, but it was socially acceptable for a large segment of society at the time.
I don’t remember how many R&R guys showed up at my KFOG studio with bands, groupies. concert tickets & cocaine..but it was a lot.
I also wished I could say I did not bed many married women who were just experiencing their “girls night out”. I wish I could.
I’m so grateful that the lessons of recovery have changed my behavior and most importantly my view of those days.
Glorified and promoted indeed... an entire style of women's footwear was known as the PCFM Pump: Pease Come Fuck Me. But maybe it was possible to be promiscuous without being thoughtless? That's the part I feel bad about. Like I often say: It's not who you're fucking; it's about who you're fucking over.