More bad drugs
Growing up in the rather happy & trippy go lucky days of the early rave culture in South Africa afforded me the kind of existential existence based on half truths and out of body experiences that were in direct correlation to type of music that was playing and the amount of LSD we were ingesting. One particular half-truth expounded at length by all psychedelic narcotic enthusiasts was related to a relatively new drug on the scene - ecstasy.

In between observing animals mutate out of the walls and watching tv in a blank space populated by nothing other than oxygen we noted that consumers of this "new drug" where particularly affectionate towards each other. One thing struck a resonate chord between all of us - men were massaging each other with their shirts off and seem to be loving it.

And so it came to pass that for a long time we held the mistaken belief that the reason gay people existed was because of ecstasy. This was confirmed by most, if not all of our friends in the scene. A belief we were to hold until the fateful day we were convinced that "this stuff is so fucking good its worth turning gay for". We tried it. We didn't turn gay. It was ace.

Length? I don't know...I never ended up batting for the other team.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Mon 29 Sep 2008, 12:33, Reply)