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Jason Sechrest


Last Updated: 12/3/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 30
Sign: Sagittarius

City: "The Mans" - West Hollywood Hills
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 4/19/2004

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Tuesday, April 21, 2009 


I had never been to White Party before, namely because the "oonce oonce" music is not my thing, but when I heard I could spend the night with Chi Chi LaRue in her DJ booth, watch Lady Gaga perform live, book my DV8 Casting stud Phillip Aubrey to perform at the event and drive up/crash with my friend C1R exclusive Jeremy Bilding, how could I refuse?

I arrived at The Wyndham (Downtown Palm Springs) late in the afternoon and got the party started in the suite that belonged to Joe Kenan, Jonathan Chang and Bobby Trendy. What a fun room that was! Dozens and dozens of bottles of vodka, mixers continuously being brought up to the room, a fabulous balcony to wave to all our friends outside the pool party and a bunch of hot half-naked boys walking around, some of whom were friends of mine and some of whom were total strangers. When it wasn't too crowded, it was really a total blast! (I prefer it more intimate so I don't get insecure or have to feel like I have to be "on" or whatever the stupidity that runs through my head among crowds makes me insist I need some kind of mental preparation or running head start to face them in a voice mimicking Liza Minnelli. Listen, it's a job. I can't just BE me, it must require some kind of work, no?!) Those fuckers know how to throw one fabulous party!

After a few drinks, I got ready in their suite and then headed to Chi Chi LaRue's room where she was getting ready with her friend RiRi. (I adore RiRi even more after this trip, as I discovered she is a HUGE fan of Tori Amos! The look on Chi Chi's face whenever we would start talking Tori was priceless. It was like we were speaking a foreign language.)

Phillip Aubrey and Jeremy Bilding were getting their masks spray painted on when Chi Chi, RiRi and Me Me treked on down to the White Party to set up before they opened their doors.We moved some furniture around, yelled at some people who weren't doing their job right, got a few drinks in us and by the time White Party was opening, we were ready to go! Lots of porn star friends in attendance: Tory Mason, Brandon Baker, Alessandro Del Toro, Roman Heart, Benjamin Bradley, Robbie Ireland and more.

The main room was the "oonce oonce" I dread, so I held court in Chi Chi's booth with Ri pretty much the entire evening until Gaga (who visited the booth at one point!) began her performance. I am a HUGE fan of Lady Gaga and believe she could really change the face of pop music by bringing true talent back. She writes her own material, arranges it, makes her clothes, envisions her stage show and videos -- she's got a lot of creativity and is a true artist as opposed to manufactured by the studios. ...That's why I have to say I was disappointed in her White Party performance. For one thing, she went on nearly an hour late and for a crowd of people who were so drunk or high they couldn't sit still for five minutes, that was a little painful. Her song choices were not so hot either, opening with a full version of a slower song like "Paparazzi," performed way in the back of the stage at that, was a huge energy drainer. What's more, Gaga is an incredible live vocalist. She's made a point to say in interviews that even when she dances, she sings live. Well, whoever was working the audio at White Party must not have been informed because we could only really hear her when she was screaming the notes. For some reason, her backing vocal was louder than her actual mike and to watch someone who prides themselves on live vocals and not be able to even hear them, the whole thing was just a bit of a bore. People started leaving and heading back to Chi Chi's room before Gaga was even finished.

Ever the consuming professional, LaRue decided to oblige and continue DJ'ing past her scheduled hours. Which would have been fantastic if it weren't for the fact that they stopped serving liquor at 2 am and I hadn't had a drink since we started watching Gaga. So by 3, I was completely sober and by 4, I was completely annoyed! The DJ booth was no longer a buffer for some reason. It was packed with people no one knew. Masses of sweat-drenched people rubbing up next to me, screaming things I couldn't understand into my ear to the point that my face was drenched in their spit. I couldn't have been more ready to go. Lots of after party fun to be had I'm certain, but I seriously couldn't take one more loud, sweaty, spitting obnoxious soul ... and I was D-U-N, DONE! Never been more done.

At 4:30 in the morning at the Jack In The Box drive-thru with Jeremy Bidling I thought aloud, "Ya know... kind of a bust!" I could have listened to music, hung in a DJ booth and partied with my friends in West Hollywood any night of the week. I didn't need to come all the way out to the desert for the same thing and the same people I get every night.

Jeremy and I crashed and decided we would leave first thing in the morning.

I awakened to a text from Joe Kenan inviting me to Easter brunch with Trendy, Chang and the gang. Jeremy and I agreed to go and then head back to Los Angeles after breakfast.

But mimosas, eggs and destiny, they play funny tricks and we were not to leave Palm Springs so soon. For there in the distance across the street as we enjoyed our Easter on the patio of a wonderful Palm Springs diner, sat a group of young, hot straight guys on the curb. All our eyes had wandered to them at some point and we all began talking about how ridiculously beautiful they were. The gorgeous gaggle stood and looked as though they were headed onward until they heard me scream, buzzed from champs and orange, "No, no, no, no, NO!"

One of them heard us. He turned and looked right at me. He threw his shoulders back and started walking briskly towards our table on the patio of the restaurant. The others followed suit. Meanwhile, my fellow diners put their heads either down, in their hands or averted their gaze and mumbled something like, "JASON... WHAT... DID YOU JUST DO? You're GOING to get us KILLED." I knew otherwise.

Quoting DeNiro but not even realizing it, the guy approached with a, "You talkin' to me?"

I told him we didn't want them to leave because we thought they were hot. He explained to us that they weren't gay and I told them I didn't really care. Then he told us they were marines from 29 Palms and had spent the weekend in Palm Springs and were headed back. I told them about the Kenan/Chang/Trendy suite at The Wyndham and asked if they wanted to come party with us, saying that we would take care of them. They looked at each other hesitantly, as though they were waiting for just one of them to say yes. They couldn't seem to make up their mind so I said we would let them discuss it while we pay for our food and then meet them across the street.

Leaving the restaurant, someone said, "Please tell me you're not going back over there to talk to them again," still convinced we would be killed.

"Of course I am!" I laughed.

I couldn't stop staring at the most gorgeous of them all so I zeroed in on him, namely because I couldn't move my eyes from his. And when I told him of the many bottles of vodka and other "varieties" of fun to be had in the suite... this hot straight 23 year old marine with his broad shoulders, perfect stomach and crystal blue eyes, bolted up and said to his friends, "I'm out. I'm going with him. You fuckers can stay for all I care. He's my new best friend," and started to walk with me back to the hotel.

Naturally, the others followed suit.

"Well, if we're going to show you a good party, you'll have to take your shirt off," I told him.

In the middle of the street, he tore it off and said, "Let's go." Again, his friends followed suit.

And so just like the marines saved them from the pirates last week, so they also saved me. We all proceeded to get incredibly fucked up between the hours of noon and midnight and the two hottest are, of course, interested in getting into porn after they heard the kind of money they could make and after I got them a little more... "comfortable" with the idea following some experimentation. ;-) They are coming to stay at The Mans and shoot photos with me in Los Angeles this week or weekend so you'll see pics of them soon. 

I think the most gratifying thing was how happy they were. These are guys who have never been taken care of like we took care of them. They don't have people looking to show them a good time. They are always trying to show girls a good time on a budget of 50 bucks. So to be treated like kings and worshiped and utterly loved by us, they quickly realized, regardless of our gender, felt amazing.And the two I mentioned before who are coming out to shoot with me, beyond them just being hot as hell and us getting completely shit faced together, we actually had a good time! I mean, we talked for 12 hours! They were guys I'd actually be friends with. We had fun together. It was really something. 

That Sunday was without question one of the most wild, crazy, unexpected, and thoroughly enjoyable adventures I've ever had. It's days like those, where the Universe just places these things in front of me, that make me remember I'm born to be in this industry and do what I do for a living.

After all, how many stories like these have you heard from me over the past 10 years?

And how many times have they happened to you?

My life..... is amazing. What did I ever do to deserve it?

P.S.: Thank you, Jeremy Bilding, for taking care of me. ...And for waiting. ;-)

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Friday, April 17, 2009 
Okay, so I have the most insanely hot story to tell you from my trip to Palm Springs last weekend that you are NOT GOING TO BELIEVE when you read it! But I've been really swamped this week and I'm trying to blog here at least every few days, so when I can this weekend I will go into my long diatribe about last weekend at The White Party in Palm Springs. For now, however...

A song randomly popped into my head today and I knew it was Stevie Nicks but couldn't remember for the life of me what it was. Sections of the song kept permeating my thoughts over and over out of nowhere. "Man and woman on a star stream, in the middle of a snow dream. ... All around, black ink darkness. ... Lady from the mountain." Naturally, leave it to Stevie to be singing about being "in the middle of a snow dream."  

I looked up the lyrics online and was surprised to find the song stuck in my head was "Sorcerer," which has actually never been a huge favorite of mine, from her last solo album. Regardless, I decided to look for it on YouTube so I could hear the whole song since it had been in my head long enough -- and I was shocked to find all these different incarnations of the song that came out in the year 2000 that I now discover was originally written in the 1960's.

Turns out, "Sorcerer" was originally a Buckingham/Nicks song, the band formed by the duo of Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks before they were asked to join Fleetwood Mac. Here's the original demo of "Sorcerer" with Lindsey's backing guitar and vocals which, in my opinion, make the song soar. Nicks was also so much younger and had a higher range than she did when putting this song out in her later years so her voice on this version is off the hook.

(*NOTE: Those reading my "Diary" entries through the RSS feed on Facebook will not be able to see the embedded videos and will need to go to my "Diary" at http://jasoncurious.com/diary/ )




And here's a version of Lindsey and Stevie singing "Sorcerer" together live in concert.




Then, in 1984 some gal named Marilyn Martin bought the song from Stevie Nicks to sing for the soundtrack for some movie named "Streets of Fire." You can also hear Stevie faintly doing background vocals for the chorus.




Decades later, we have a much older Stevie finally putting the song out comercially. Here's the original (yet far from it) demo for what "Sorcerer" became on her last solo album.




And at long last, the final commercially released version of "Sorcerer," where she used Sheryl Crow for backing vocals. Oddly, I think the end product is the version I like the least. 

Stevie Nicks - Sorcerer




It's so interesting to me the lives that song leads and the journeys they take. They're like people really, "demos" just being children without fully yet formed personalities. This one had a rebellious teenage streak too where it tried to go become something it was not. And then it matured into a much less wild but fully self-aware version of itself.

Anyway, I know a lot about Stevie and didn't know this so, for my fellow Stevie fans I thought I'd share!  
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009 
He makes some valid contentions, doesn't he? lol


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Saturday, April 04, 2009 

So I think I'm heading to London for Hustlaball this year and I just found out that only a few days before I would be getting into town, Tori Amos is schedule to perform a rare solo concert debuting  new material from her upcoming album, Abnormally Attracted to Sin, at London's intimate Savoy Theater!

ARGH! Are you kidding me?!

I think Tori should get the band together and play Hustlaball! LOL ... What better way to promote Abrnomally Attracted to Sin than at the biggest party in the world to celebrate sin itself, right? And lord knows, the woman has always had an affinity for prostitutes!

Let the Magdalane be praised, guuuurls!

If you're getting tickets to Hustlaball, visit Hustlaball.com.

If you're getting tickets to see Tori at the Savoy, you can go fuck yourself.   

Ironically, Amos's first single from the new album is called, "Welcome To England."

 

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Monday, March 30, 2009 
In the last week, I have found myself appalled several times at the lack of education among the younger generation (God, at 29 am I old enough to say that now?) when it comes to HIV.

To me, the word "irresponsible" derives from NOT taking responsibility. 

Because it is a personal choice and because the only truly safe sex is no sex at all, there are varying degrees of safety. A condom prevents a lot of things, but not all things. Testing is good to go too but there's always a window of days inbetween. Even testing and condoms together will not prevent all STD's. So what this comes down to is personal choice and an individual must decide for themselves what they are most comfortable with, where they draw their line of safety, and then take responsibility for that decision and accept whatever consequences befall them.

But people don't seem to be educated on the subject, so how can they possibly make that personal decision?

- One gay porn performer this week told me he assumed everyone working in gay porn was HIV- and that if anyone was HIV+ they would no longer be allowed to work in gay porn. This is someone who has worked on sets before and just didn't notice he was never asked to be tested? Did he think porn stars were just going to volunteer the information then? I mean, are you kidding me? Gay porn studios do NOT usually test their models. If they did, we would lose AT LEAST half of the industry and that is a sad but very true fact. That's part of the reason why they choose using condoms over testing. On top of which, condoms are incredibly effective in preventing the spread of HIV -- something else the performer actually did not know if you can believe it. 

- Another performer told me he thought he contracted HIV from being on a porn shoot where condoms were used. ...Okay, do you have any idea how incredibly unlikely THAT is? 

- Still another performer asked me if you could catch HIV from eating ass. ...Sure, if his butt and your mouth are bleeding and one of you is HIV+.

- Finally, one told me he had always thought HIV was a death sentence. Hmm. Could you die from it? Well, technically no. You would die from AIDS which some people with HIV progress to though many do not.  HIV and AIDS are NOT the same thing. If it is 2009 and you don't know that yet, you should seriously take a sex education course, especially if you are working in the sex industry! And regardless of that, we're all either living or dying depending on how you look at it, so it's much more thoughtful to refer to someone as "living with HIV" as opposed to "dying with it." This should be common sense and ettiquete.

- One of these same people also told me they would never kiss someone with HIV. Like once you get the disease, you should cease all forms of affection? 

I am thankfully (and God, so luckily!) not HIV+ but these days I worry more about how I would be treated if I had the disease than the actual having of the disease itself. I am concerned how this generation that follows mine will treat people afflicted with HIV if they do not INSIST on taking the time to educate themselves.

Responsibility goes so much further than putting on a condom or knowing your status, guys. Protect yourselves as you see fit (it IS a personal choice, I'm not going to tell you how to live your life, I happen to like living in a free country) after taking the time to find out what exactly it is you're trying to prevent and why so you know enough about it that you do not treat an entire group of the gay populous like they are lepers that should be relegated to some island. I will not stand for it!

In an age where you don't even have to subscribe to a health magazine or make a trek to your local library but instead have Google at your finger tips and an archived encyclopedia like none other called the world wide web, this lack of education about how you can and can not get HIV, what HIV actually is and what someone can do if they contract it, is as reprehensibly irresponsible in my view as not using protection!

We have chosen to use fear over knowledge when it comes to sex education. Tell someone they might die if they don't do something and it gets the point across real fast. Where else have we seen this tactic used? The holy rollers use it to get you to name Jesus Christ as your Lord and savior to avoid damnation. George Bush used it after 9/11 to get us to support an unlawful attack on another country that did not attack us. Wake up. Fear over knowledge breeds hatred. Don't just put a condom on because you're scared. Get educated!
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Saturday, March 28, 2009 
When you  debut, they root for you.

But everything changes when you're no longer the  underdog. Once successful, they want to knock you down off this pedestal you never asked to be on in the first place because it's far more interesting to read about a successful person's failures than a successful person's successes.

Then when they've knocked you down, suddenly you're the underdog again and they'll root for your comeback.

Good thing what "they" think of you is none of your business.

"Business" ...in every definition.

Just food for thought today. ;-)
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Friday, March 27, 2009 

Though I've been working at it under the radar for the last week or so, this morning I made the official announcement that I am becoming a manager for a select group of gay porn performers and launching DV8 Casting along with a new web site, DV8Casting.com.

I have to say, I'm more excited than I expected to be. Like, really REALLY excited! 

This feels... really, really right. 

The weird thing is, I've had guys ask me to manage them for years and always said I had no interest in it. But since David Forest is no longer managing talent (who if I'd ever tried competing with would have made my life a living hell, besides which, he was always one of my biggest advocates and supporters and I never wanted to lose his friendship) and I have really graciously received the blessing of Howard Andrew, it just seemed like the time was right.

I hemmed and hawed over it for many months and the second I finally decided, "Okay, look I'm just gonna do this and see what happens," within 24 hours I had negotiated Josh Griffin on his Jet Set Men debut movie in this year's GayVN Hall of Fame inductee Chris Steele's football-themed movie"Tackle," and booked Phillip Aubrey as the LEAD in Chi Chi LaRue's biggest budget movie so far this year, "TAKE," where the ENTIRE movie is centered around him! ... In 24 hours!

I took it as a big sign. I bought DV8Casting.com, had my trusty web team start on the web site and voila!

So, I announce all of this the eve of The 2009 GayVN Awards, one of the biggest nights in the gay erotic film industry. But I've decided I'm not heading up to San Francisco for the big GayVN weekend. I am going to be a good boy and rest this weekend so that I can be at my desk bright and early on Monday morning and start sending these boys out!

It's so weird, it feels like I'm starting a new job on Monday morning or something!

I guess I am.

You know, I said this to Howard Andrew when he was on my Internet talk show a few months back and I didn't really realize I actually felt this way until the words were coming out of my mouth...

I can tell you after having been here for over a decade, you go through many different stages when you work in adult entertainment. At first it's like being a kid in a candy store and living this incredible dream life that everyone wants to live. Then, as the years go by, working around gorgeous naked men loses it's thrill, sort of like what your mom used to tell you about how no matter what your favorite food is, if you eat it every single day you're eventually going to hate it. Then you start thinking about all of the things you wanted to do with your life or your career but instead devoted so much time to this industry and so you start to resent it heavily. Even Chi Chi LaRue once said in an interview that "this thing" was a hole she'd dug herself that she could never get out of and that she wakes up several mornings wishing she were doing anything but this for a living.

But...

Then, if you're unfortunate enough, or maybe really fortunate... you experience some tragedies in your life. You lose some things you never thought you'd lose or things that you once thought were forever you come to realize are not.

And as it's all crumbling around you, you look around and you see this amazing, dysfunctional, incestuous family that you're in and you're so grateful you have them. You see the in roads that you've made and how what you've done has affected an entire industry. Instead of the lust that comes with being that kid in a candy store... that lust is replaced with love.

It's like the song at the end of the movie "Boogie Nights" goes, "God only knows what I'd be without you."

I'm so, SO glad to be here.

More than I've ever been.
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009 
I haven't left The Mans for the last 48 hours since I returned home from New York City. For the most part, I've hardly left the bed! ...And unfortunately, for all the wrong reasons!

I tried to convince myself while I was packing for my trip that I was certainly NOT getting sick, that it was all in my head and surely I could psyche myself out of it with enough positive energy. Sorely, this was not to be the case and by the time I touched ground at JFK, I had a full-blown sinus infection with fever.

Despite being under the weather, I must say I had a wonderful weekend! I accomplished what I went there to do: Surprise one of my best friends, Brandon Baker, with The Lifetime Achievement Award at "The Hookies." I covered the whole shindig too of course for the "News Desk" blog at JasonCurious.com and helped RentBoy.com promote the event as much as possible. I adore Sean and Jeff and always love being involved in the RentBoy events, so I try to help wherever I can. 

I had some really great bonding time with Brandon on this trip, in and out of the hotel room as by the end of the weekend, I managed to have him laid up with a cold as well! (First I give him the award, then I give him a sinus infection. At least I think it was in that order? ...Is it any wonder his love for me is like a roller coaster?) We had a fun dinner at Cafeteria, a not so fun dinner at Julius and dropped into Club G (a letter many of my friends are usually falling out of and where I felt the sudden urge to text Erik Rhodes who tells me he's in Prague shooting for Falcon Studios!) for a short while on Friday night, but overall... the majority of my trip was spent either chilling with Brandon in the hotel or working on my laptop -- which I must say proved quite productive! I've been working on launching a new branch of my business for a couple of months now and with all the work I got done in NY and from my bed here the last 48 hours, it looks like it will be launching by the end of the week. There will be a new site to go along with it. Just in time for GayVN madness! Maybe I'll head up to San Francisco after all. We'll see.

Anyway, I'm on the last leg of this cold and I have a feeling I'll be back to normal tomorrow so expect more updates. 
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Sunday, March 08, 2009 
Weights over the past year or so have lifted from me like the smog after these rainy Los Angeles afternoons. It clears the air so I can see out my mind's window as far as the eye can see and there's clarity where before there was none.

An immovable joy is something I've written about in past months, this ability to choose happiness through the acceptance that there will always be something wrong and that it can always get worse.

Last August I wrote, "If the amount of joy we are getting out of life is dependent upon the things that happen or don't happen to us... well then we're all just perpetual victims aren't we? The happy is always there. Don't play the victim by letting life get between you and it."

That was a big weight lifted.

I also used to associate certain things I did with how I felt about myself. My love for myself was not unconditional but instead dependent upon what I was doing with my career, what I was eating, how much money I was making or spending, etc.  I was confusing what I do with who I am. Who we are is comprised not of the things that wither or fade but of the things that don't change, the things we will take with us to our death bed: Honesty, Spirituality, Talent, Humor... whatever lifelong traits one may have. 

Another weight lifted.

But a few months ago I was fortunate enough to find still more lightness in being, this time pertaining to the idea of "love" and "relationships."

It's as though I awakened one morning and my desire -- that hunger! -- to find a partner... well, it had vanished in the night. 

I'm not sure where it went.

It's a weird feeling, not being on the lookout for a boyfriend or even sex really for that matter. Not needing anyone to fill the emptiness. 

It's scary too.

One of my first boyfriends complained that I don't need people enough. I'll never forget him sitting there saying to me, "I need to be needed, but you... you're the sun and the moon."

Truth be told, I did need people. Desperately.

In the past two years I've found how important it is to have real friends. Not just one co-dependent friendship where you create a bubble and don't let anyone else in, but a whole circle of companions with whom you share yourself. Those people, and they know who they are, I am more intimate with them than I've ever been with any boyfriend or girlfriend. Maybe even more intimate than I've been with anyone in bed.

I'm completely in love with and utterly devoted to my best friends. They are what has truly taken the weight off my shoulders that has sat there since I was 13. They are what has brought the clarity.

They lift my smog.

I can't imagine what having a partner could possibly bring to my life right now but unnecessary stress and upset. I have everything I could possibly want emotionally -- and being gay and working in the porn industry, physically too.

Most of the spiritual study I've done over the past ten years has pointed towards relationships and marriage as being one of the most important things you can do with your life here on Earth, to live selflessly for that one special person.

But isn't it better to live selflessly for as many as possible?

There are days however I wonder if this is all just a big trick the Universe is playing on me. If this assumed lack of desire is all just part of the process of finding real love. Maybe before the true love of our lives comes along, some of us have to find the clarity to be the best friend we can be, to learn the definition of selflessness, to love ourselves unconditionally, to be whole so that when it comes to love it's not out of an aching "need" but out of a true ability to "offer" so that you're contributing to someone's life, not taking. 

I'm not opposed to the idea of having a relationship by any means, but I'm glad that if I ever do again, it will be for the right reasons. It won't be because of a void within myself or a need for acceptance or because the sex with someone is just so damned good. It'll be because I don't feel like I have a choice in the matter. And what love is more real than that?
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009 

I don't mean to harp. I feel I did the memory of Caleb Carter justice in my last blog and on the "News Desk." So this entry is not meant to memorialize him in any way, but since the "Diary" is a an account of what's going on in my personal life, I must say I've found it difficult to think of much else lately.

I can't.... shake it off, if you will.

Which is strange for me and has, at moments, been infuriating. I pride myself on being able to be "one foot in front of the other" and I like to compartmentalize. I'm a control freak. I can't control when this sadness comes and goes. And that, in turn, makes me mad. I despise being unable to wrap something up with a neat little bow. It's a fault of mine, to be sure.  

I understand why he did it now. Caleb was diagnosed with manic depression and was being weened off of the drug Paxil. So many of his friends have made comments to me about how Caleb had just gotten a new job, movie offers, there was a new love interest in his life, so many things to be happy about. So they are confused, naturally, as to how he could be so depressed.

The thing is, clinical depression -- REAL depression -- has nothing to do with anything that's happening in your life. Caleb could have just become a millionaire and he would have felt the exact same way. It's an illness that prevents one from being happy about anything and from feeling good about their life.

So the only "why" I have is why my friend was afflicted with manic depression while the powers that be graced me with manic... enthusiasm, I suppose. 

Is it all just a game of luck?

I'm trying to hold strong to the idea that he is in a better place, that this is what he wanted, that he is happier now. I'm trying to hold strong to my spirituality and remember that we will meet again some day and continue our journey.

I am trying not to be selfish and only think of how desperately I just want my friend back.

I am often, unfortunately, not succeeding.
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