Donny, my friend, killed himself last night. He had struggled with sobriety, struggled to stay clean, struggled to stay out of trouble. Handsome, sweet, kind-hearted Donny just couldn’t stay alive. During the past 13 years I have lost many, many friends to the disease of addiction. It is always tough to reconcile but their loss keeps the rest of us alive. The truth is I always knew that one day this call would come and so remained aloof. I learned early on not to totally give myself to those wedded to the idea of death. The other men we know, who knew him, his friends my friends a community of sober men-are devastated. I can be there for them. I am there for you because you choose to live, to wake up every morning and face life on life’s terms.
I learned this shocking news at dinner last night. Dinner with Benoit Denizet-Lewis, Lady Rizo, Rob Roth, Cooper and Benoit’s boyfriend Nick at Soho House. We ate a $44 chicken. Earlier in the day I had lunch with Pierre the general manager of Soho House New York and very old friend. Recently in love he looks very happy and ten years younger. We ate delicious cauliflower soup.
The recession touches all of our lives in some way or other and no more so in the home where I am staying. My friend has been made redundant and after years of getting up and going into an office now finds himself carving an ersatz routine out of a long, jobless day. It is particularly hard to watch as I feel utterly powerless and wish that I could do something to make it better. A remarkably placid, gentleman my friend owned up to feeling very rageful in some situations when asked some sorts of questions about his predicament.
Benoit’s book event at the Gay and Lesbian Center on 13th Street was very enjoyable. His new book American Voyeur is well worth reading. He is a great essayist. I particularly liked the experience of going into the Gay and Lesbian Center. A warm hive of gay activity. Benoit’s event, a dating workshop, some sort of dance workshop, a twelve step meeting, men and women hanging around reading on the stair. It had a feeling of community, which is so sadly lacking in my gay experience.
Roque came to visit and it was lovely to finally meet him.
I still have not gotten around to having my haircut. It looks very shaggy.
Ended Tuesday on the roof of the Standard Hotel overlooking the frozen river. We were eating fascinating deserts in the Boom Boom Room. It was a lyrical end to a tragic day.
Cooper and I shared a cab home.
Oh, Duncan. I am so sorry.
May God rest his soul in peace, survival must have been too much of a daily struggle for him.
Duncan, my heart goes out to you today, I am sorry this happened.
I’m so sorry for your loss, Duncan. Addiction is very powerful indeed and it takes a lot to face it daily. I hope his soul is at peace.
A $44 dollar chicken?
in 26 plus years of sobriety, i have seen much of death related to relapse or massive white knuckle depression. sobriety, or living life on life’s terms is not for everyone, sadly.
i am too much of a wimp to go back out. sobriety, program and my sponsees are the softer easier way for me.
I’m so sorry for your loss, Duncan. Truly.
That is unfortunate about your friend. It otherwise sounds like a decent day and I would say a good thing that the news didn’t 180 it.
I am deeply sorry for your loss, and am glad you are still searching for your fulfillment in healthy and productive ways. Needless, avoidable deaths are about the hardest thing I have ever had to bear. I hope you are right, that expecting it was likely, may mitigate your grief.
I’m sorry for your loss. I’ve been to that dark place where your friend Donny ended up. Were it not for the grace of God I would not be here. I hope he is at peace.
I am deeply sorry for the loss of your friend. I too have lost numerous friends. I know for me to use is to die and I don’t want to die today. I am grateful that I have a choice today. Wasn’t always that way.
my prayers are with you and your friends
So sad. You will be in my thoughts and prayers. Thank goodness you wrote about it instead of falling off the wagon over it though. Stay strong. You are worth it. Blessed be.
so sorry duncan so sorry iv lost close friends and time is the only healer. The pace of life throws me to if i never wathced my friend burn to death through suicide and effects on family i would of joined him but we have family and if not then friends who then are your family again so sorry