The Scheduled Drug Club

Sleeping Beauties for Mighty Isis

I’m an insomniac. Always have been. God knows why. I remember even as a kid spending long hours alone in the darkness thinking about transforming into O Mighty Isis. I had an amber-coloured glass eye pried from my little sister’s mangy old teddy bear, which I’d sellotape to my forehead as the sacred amulet while […]

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Testosterone – Jock Juice for the She-Man in you?

  Massage onto bare skin. Then wash your hands, immediately. Those were the instructions, printed on the creased insert that came folded and re-folded into a tiny origami message in a cardboard box containing my “bio-identical” testosterone. The inner thighs or flanks were suggested. Since as far as I know only horses have flanks, I […]

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