Drugs and Dancing Made My Life Better

They taught me an important lesson: I am my own dance party. I am my own drug.

Micah Enloe
Human Parts
Published in
11 min readJul 26, 2019

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It all started when my best friend, who I’ll call Bill, began dating this charming fellow, who I’ll call Rodrigo.

Rodrigo came across like sentient FOMO, a man-beast who exuded fun, sex, and childlike excitement about where the night could take us — which was scary, but intriguing. At first, I was skeptical of the relationship; I didn’t want my friend getting caught up with the wrong crowd.

Because, well… drugs are always a slippery slope to cartel kidnappings, shooting up in a Porta Potty next to an IHOP at 4 a.m., and drinking aborted baby blood in the middle of a traffic jam on the 405, right?

Not really. Rodrigo introduced us to a whole new world, a new fantastic point of view. Shining! Shimmering! Splendid!

Before meeting Rodrigo, our de facto Nightlife Genie in a GBL bottle, Bill and I were more like Nature Gays. We’d camp and hike and grill steaks to show our gayness and pride. We’d rather go to the gym than a drag show, rather surf than have a boozy brunch in West Hollywood.

We were no strangers to going out, of course. We’d have the occasional drink along the gayest-of-gay WeHo strip or hit the little gay bars in Silver Lake, like Akbar or the Eagle. We even dabbled in the more “natural” drugs, like pot and shrooms, usually while roaming through Yosemite, Joshua Tree, or Sequoia.

Rodrigo’s idea of fun is something else entirely. Going out with him means attending next-level, grandiose affairs packed with hundreds of shirtless, beautiful, sweaty men, most of them shamelessly high on G, K, MDMA, and/or Ecstasy. Men who dance like the world is ending in exactly one hour.

One of our first outings together was on Halloween. I dressed up as a slutty deer in a jock strap, complete with antlers and a fluffy tail on my bubble booty. Bill often refers to this night whenever I need a friendly reminder of who I really am: a happy, prancing, giddy, dance-y, joyous, magical deer having the time of its furry little life.

Zero fucks given. Dancing just to dance. Giggling just to giggle. Powerful…

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Micah Enloe
Human Parts

MicahEnloe.com Author, essayist, screenwriter, copywriter, movie-maker, actor, beach-lover, bison-lover, gym-goer, all-around-the-world-goer. Insta: @Buffunny