Ottawa and debauchery

As I said in my last post, I spent several days visiting family and friends in my former home of Ottawa. Saw a lot of people in 4 days, a couple of whom I hadn't seen in years. Had dinner at the National Arts Centre restaurant with mother and stepdad, hung out at home, rode stepdad's bike. Saw a friend I hadn't seen in over a decade, Christopher D., who now works as a curatorial assistant at the National Gallery, and he gave me a free pass, so I saw the exhibition on 'The New Man', of the 1930's, which was quite good, as well as some contemporary video art, including a couple of pieces by the elusive Benny Nemerofsky Ramsay. Went to 'Steamworks' bathhouse on my final night, and it was not particularly busy, but had some fun with an OK-looking middle-aged guy who, to my surprise, offered me some coke. I ended up doing about 5 lines over the course of maybe 3 hours, something I hadn't done in years. At one point, 2 really hot guys in their early 20's arrived and got it on right in front of me in the dry sauna. One of them said he was from Halifax. And in the same vein, 2 nights ago, went to G.I. Joe here in Montreal, and saw a guy get fisted on a sling. The fister had his hand inside, about 3 or 4 inches from the elbow. Now I had seen fisting on film, and in that very same bathhouse before, and have to admit it is absolutely not a turn-on for me. But of course, as with a car wreck, I felt compelled to observe, at least for a minute or two.