OK, so while I'm all about raging against the dying of the light, this all seems like a bit much. The page goes on to tell us that chemsex is: usually but not always used by and associated with gay men typically fueled by methamphetamine, but also mephedrone, GHB, and GBL usually taking place for many hours or even several days likely to cause 'crystal dick,' necessitating the use of erectile dysfunction drugs credited with the emergence of a new, more virulent form of HIV known to make enthusiasts more vulnerable to more immediate threats, such as robbery, date rape, or assault by someone whom they meet for sex.

In this anemic milieu of 2016 - marked by resurrected mom jeans, apprehended AR bunyips, and meticulously doctored photos of eggs Benedict - chemsex sticks out like a sore penis: a sore penis being the absolute best-case scenario arising from what Wikipedia defines as: 'a subculture of recreational drug users who engage in high risk sexual activities under the influence of drugs within groups.'

That's why 'chemsex' caught my attention. For good or ill, as I barrel toward the big 4-0, I find myself in that latter category. You can either begin or intensify the contemplation of your own mortality or you can invoke the only line of Dylan Thomas you can half-remember and start doing things that assert that you won't be shrugging on the cardigan of acquiescence anytime soon. There's a binary choice to make in response to the realization that you're getting older.

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