Tweakers don’t rest. We either fall out from G or drop into an unconscious state when our bodies finally capitulate. I remember the formative sex talk Mom gave me and her cornerstone advice: to have sex only with someone you trust. I’ve renounced that wisdom. Here in Tweakerworld, the opposite prevails. Our brains are rewired to exclusively enjoy sex with those we cannot trust. We treat each other like breathing sex dolls. I wonder if this damage to my sexual appetite can be repaired, or am I better suited to stay here forever?
