
Crystal meth use is epidemic, a pestilence that, while not specific to gay men and lesbians, is particularly harsh for us. Books and TV films (like Gia) about the devastating effects of the drug on people’s lives are beginning to have some efficacy—what was seen a decade ago as recreational drug use is now beginning to be viewed as a wide and perilous path to gay self-destruction.
In the midst of all this, activist and author Patrick Moore’s new book, Tweaked (Kensington Books) stands apart. Its literary quality is apparent, and it’s a real artistic leap forward from even his excellent 2004 examination of the gay male sex culture, Beyond Shame.
But it is Moore’s sly melding of his own personal experience as an alcoholic and meth addict, along with his account of meth rehab sessions, that really strikes home in the book. While the author hesitantly yet proudly proclaims his sobriety, what he reveals allows us to see clearly for the first time the real depth and enormity of the meth problem that our community now faces.
I’ve known Moore for some time, so I was able to do what few other readers could—that is, ask him about this mysterious and potentially deadly pandemic. Like any real dialogue, our conversation took us to places neither of us had really considered before.
Picano: Having now read Tweaked, I’d like
to know what you think causes the abuse of
substances such as crystal meth. Is it genetic,
psychological, or some combination of the two?
Moore: I think addiction is a spiritual disease. The
inclination to use drugs, at least for me, came out of
a feeling of not belonging to anything—not
being connected to some feeling of comfort or well-being. I
asked a kabbalah teacher once if his belief system had an
explanation for addiction. He said our intention when
we use drugs is to communicate with God, but because
we’re not spiritually equipped to do that,
we’re damaged when we try to take that
shortcut. It’s like a child seeing a beautiful
flame and wanting to touch it, not knowing it will burn
them.
Spiritual, yet you can’t deny a physiological
connection to drug abuse. Studies have shown that.
In my own family there was substance abuse,
including alcoholism, and I discovered in my mid 30s
that I have a sort of allergy to alcohol, which is
the other side of the same genetic coin. When I
would go out to dinner with friends, we would have long
dinners with a cocktail, wine with the meal, a drink
after. All very civilized, and I never got high.
But I found myself waking up in the middle of the
night with projectile vomiting! Remaining sick hours on
end afterward.
Did you stop drinking?
I cut down to one or two drinks, tops. I found a limit
where I don’t get ill, and I stick to it.
Your experience points out the difference
between an addictive personality and a nonaddictive
one. I also got very sick from drugs and alcohol, and
that experience meant nothing to me. The negative parts of
addiction never slowed me down until they became so extreme
that they were impossible to ignore. But having said
that, I do agree that whether it is genetic or
environmental, our families instill in us a tendency
towards addiction. In other words, my grandmother, who I
talk about in Tweaked, was a severe alcoholic
and addict. I don’t know whether it was
genetics or behavioral, but my connection to her did play a
role in my becoming an alcoholic. If you talk of
Warhol’s Factory and the people around it, they
were creative.
And rebellious and nuts too.
And they were part of that milieu. It was an underground
that was related to creativity—to the arts.
That’s significantly different than getting
high and hanging at the bathhouse for a week. It was not, it
seems to me, a scene that was about isolation.
No, meth was very definitely a group scene.
Exactly. So their drug use was about belonging,
communicating, rebelling. Some say the same thing
about circuit boys, many of whom use crystal to stay
up dancing and having sex for days. But those events are
time-outs from the rest of life, a pretend time, where there
is no reality or no problems. Whereas I think
rebellion in the ’60s was actually more
integrated into larger society. In a way, going to a
circuit party is about isolation, because the impetus is to
run away to a special place where the normal problems
of life don’t exist.
What about raves? Aren’t those places where
people run away to?
Yes, but they’re primarily for straight people
who aren’t already isolated and marginalized,
at least in the same way as a young gay man.
So is crystal meth use a direct response to a
pathology of coming out wrongly?
No, I think the issue isn’t coming out. I
think the issue is that what gay men come out into is
a meaningless gay culture that is no longer about
liberation or hope but about invisibility and conformity.
How can it be worse than what my generation faced?
When we came out, there was no one else out. There was a
great deal more resistance from the culture, and
the act of proclaiming yourself gay, no matter how
you did it, was by its very nature a liberation,
just because there was such a void into which we stepped out.
You weren’t coming out so much as
creating a gay world. That means something. My
coming-out meant membership in a world that was defined by
one thing: AIDS. To come out into a culture defined by AIDS
creates a hopelessness. That’s what the world
was to me in the early ’80s.
So we “progressed” from an optimistic
generation to a pessimistic generation?
Your generation forced incredible changes in the
society; it’s part of what neocons to this day
are still fighting. You looked around, and saw things
sucked, and you set about changing that. My generation came
out into a gay society that had already been put
together but that happened to be in flames. The place
that should have been safest for us turned out to be
the darkest and the most dangerous.
That’s completely existential—in the
classic sense of the word.
Don’t forget, I said addiction is a
spiritual disease.
Then what about the generation younger than you?
People in their 20s?
For the most part, I think my generation has
left them with far less than your generation left me.
The one thing that we did give that generation was a
specific model of activism and media manipulation around the
AIDS crisis. Yet, for the most part, I don’t
see any tendency toward activism in a younger
generation. For me, my time in ACT UP was the first moment
of real hope in my life.
Because that was about people taking on a real
problem in the real world, in real time, with possible
real solutions? It was not “existential.”
That’s not how I viewed it. For me, it
very quickly became a way of belonging. It was my
first moment of hope. Some people got involved with
ACT UP to achieve specific goals. I got involved because it
represented a community I could belong to. I
ultimately cared less about specific goals than
creating a different kind of culture.
That was before your crystal meth use?
Yes. Then ACT UP just went away.
So were your crystal meth years a way of moving
into a new community? Or of rejecting the world?
It was more about rejecting the world. At my
age, without any kind of support to get me through the
experience of widespread death in my 20s, it was
pretty much my way of dealing with those feelings and
shutting them down.
Odd—in my own personal experience with
amphetamine, it wasn’t a particularly successful
drug in terms of having sex. It seemed beside the
point. It wasn’t like mescaline or even good
pot. You never come on crystal meth.
That’s the point. The intensity is never
broken. There isn’t a release. There’s
this kind of continuing, obsessive quest.
And that would make it psychologically attractive?
Because it was unfulfilling?
It wasn’t fulfilling—it was filling. It
eats up all of life. It fills up the day. It spends
time. In other words, it shuts out any thought except
thoughts of the drug.
In that regard, it’s very close to alcohol and
very different from psychedelics. It is basically escapist.
That’s exactly right. It is an escape, a
refusal of the world.
Tell me more then about your own particular sexual
connection with crystal meth and how it relates to
feelings about being gay. When I used drugs for
sexual experience, it was in a positive, joyous manner.
I think that’s exactly what I missed,
because I came out in the early ’80s when AIDS
had made that impossible. At the time, I was also living a
lie. I’d fallen in love with someone, and I thought
that I had to have and should and could have a
monogamous relationship.
That’s a problem a lot of people have, because
that’s the hypocritical view of our
society: We advance monogamous relationships as the
ideal and the norm; at the same time, we’re
surrounded by barrages of sexual images telling us
to have sex outside our relationships.
That’s especially true for a man in his
20s living in the middle of New York City in the
1980s. But that could have been overcome had I known
that it was possible to negotiate sex, and to talk about
sex. But I didn’t think I could, especially
because sex had become so dangerous.
Didn’t you ever have older gay men or mentors the
way I did?
No, and I think that was a critical absence in
my life. I guess older gay men were either dying or
caring for other people who were dying or were already
gone. I would have really benefited from knowing older gay
men.
Older gay men instructed my generation in many ways,
sexual and non-sexual. An “auntie”
would give you information I couldn’t ask my only
slightly older boyfriend.
I think we have to bring back the aunties! I think that
idea of a nonsexual, older gay friend is so important!
Very young gay men seem to be doing that again.
Instinctively, almost.
I think there are almost no role models in my
generation for younger gay men. They’re looking
to what’s left of your generation.
You mean because we survived? So we represent something hopeful?
Yes, and that’s what I love about
recovery. In that context, I have relationships where
I mentor other gay men and am mentored in a nonsexual
way. And that’s deeply fulfilling.
For me, the most vivid portions of Tweaked were
when you wrote about rehab sessions you were
involved in. But they also struck me as extremely
ego-destructive for the participants. Is that really
part of the process? Is it essential?
First, a rehab is not the same as a 12-step
meeting. My relationships with people I know in
12-step recovery are different than my relationships
with people I counsel in rehab. The difference is that many
of the people I see in rehab have tried for years, facing
unbelievable consequences, to get sober—and yet
they continue to get high. To get through to them
involves a kind of therapy that from the outside seems
brutal. But I see that those methods are appropriate to
their life-and-death-situation. No hand-holding is
appropriate when people are at death’s door
because of their own willfulness, because of their own
ego.
So their ego needs to be destroyed?
Yes, ego is the most destructive part of the
addict’s personality.
Has an addicted person’s ego been so distorted by
the disease that it can no longer support life?
Twelve-step literature talks about how our
disease takes natural desires and turns them against
us. And I believe that’s right. I believe that
there is a core of our worst character defects that started
out as beneficial, natural, and instinctive. Addicts
take those instincts and turn them inward as weapons
against happy lives.
So a general reader is going to say, “I have a
friend who is maybe using and I don’t know
what to do.” What does he or she do?
This will also sound brutal: If you think
someone is addicted to drugs or alcohol, you have to
let them go. You have to tell them that you can’t be
in their life. There is nothing you can to do to help them.
They are the only person who can help themselves. Of
course, if they get sober, then your love and
forgiveness can mean everything. But anyone who believes
that they can love someone sufficiently to get them sober is
fooling themselves. In terms of mentoring, the benefit
of mentoring comes before someone falls into addiction
or after they get sober and are trying to build a new
kind of life. My own personal experience is that the friends
who let me go because of my addiction helped me the most.
That got my attention.
How did that get your attention? They told you to get
your shit together and then they might talk to you?
More than that. I could see that there was a
price to my addiction. And it helped me to begin to
realize that the price was too high if people I loved
weren’t even willing to be around me anymore.