It was the summer of 2001, and I was 14 years old. I had just been handed a fake I.D. by the owner of the Chelsea night club I’d just auditioned at to be a “dancer”. “From now on your name is Anthony, you’re 19 from Jacksonville, if anyone asks“, she said as she gave me the old I.D. of another dancer that worked there before I did. She asked me to work 3 nights a week. That meant cash cash cash! So I agreed, and started that very same night.

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Within a month my shy manor began fading. I was coming in late, wanting to leave early, and annoyed at the mere fact that I was being fondled by men whom I’d otherwise want to ignore, had I not needed the money of course. So the club owner quickly called me into her office one Saturday night to scowl me, and after an hour of me complaining about how much I hated to be there, she offered me a solution. she pulled out a gram of cocaine out of her sequence pocketbook, and from the hook of a pen cap, she fed me my first bump of coke.
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At that moment, right there in that small dark orange office I felt brand new, and ready to be loved by everyone. I asked for another, and she gave me the entire gram for me to snort as I wished. I quickly cut up, and built my very first line on her desk, and instantly became electrified, and ready to take on anything that came my way. I ran back up to the private room, and gave those son of a bitches a run for their money.
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Anyone but me would have predicted what would happen next. By 2002 I was already a full fledged drug addict. I was going out every single night because I loved feeling, the rush and effect coke had on me at clubs. I was in euphoria, fucked up under the beats of Peter Rauhofer, and Mike Cruz @ The Roxy, to Larry Tee, and Tommie Sunshine @ Happy Valley, and Steve Sidewalk @ Heaven. I quickly began Hosting and Promoting parties all over NYC, so getting high was becoming easier, and easier as well as a HUGE part of my life.

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Fast forward to 2006, I moved to Florida, where running away from my problems actually created more instead. I was sober for less than a week, when I was Hosting a party for a porn website. Within 10 minutes of arriving, The DJ offered me a line, and I just couldn’t refuse. I continued snorting more and more coke until I had an overdose.
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But that didn’t stop me, after recovering my addiction actually got worse. I was living on the street again, getting my dick sucked by sketchy men for money so that I could get food, and more drugs, because at that point those were the only two things that mattered to me. One day I booked Josh, a client who was a young attractive business man. He offered me $200 to fuck him at his lakeside house, and he sent a car to pick me up at the library I was at. After I fucked him I started putting on my clothes so that I could hurry and get a room nearby before it got late, but he asked me to stay. Josh and I stood up that entire night talking about our lives, and he offered to help rehabilitate me. As it turned out, he had once been an addict, and was clean for 5 years already. He gave me a room in his house to stay at, gave me the keys to one of his cars, and even helped me get a real job.

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One day, one of his friends, a personal trainer from Boston dropped by to stay for the weekend. We took him out to a bar about a mile away where we got really drunk then went back home to finish off the night, when Josh’s friend pulled out some coke from his luggage. That night both Josh and I relapsed together, but not before taking turns fucking his friend of course. That night sent me spiraling down a path, worse than I’d ever experienced in my life.
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I moved back to NYC in 2007, because my world had further deteriorated when Josh and I got into a violent, bloody, drug fueled altercation. After a few struggles and the desire to live. I got the apartment in Brooklyn where I now reside, and where I have been dealing with being sober since my second overdose of which I almost died from, at Hiro on Feb. 10th 2008. Just a few weeks later, my best friend who was also battling with her own demons in life, died.
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Today, I celebrate 2 years of sobriety. This is the longest I have gone without drugs since I was 14, and I am enjoying every minute of it. Sure, I get scared sometimes when I go out, because I know I still get offers, but I am staying true to myself, and trying to take every day, ONE at a time.

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-Geo Vaughn
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I want to begin this post with a sincere apology to everyone who has been waiting for an update from me for the past 3 months. Many things factored into my absence, but I am back and at it. I’ll be updating and posting regularly, so I hope you stick around!

A lot has happened since my last real blog post: The NY Senate voted against Marriage Equality, we said farewell to 2009, Conan vs Leno vs NBC, Haiti suffered a catastrophic earthquake, and Brittany Murphy reminded us how short and precious life really is.

As for the roller coaster that is my personal life, a few things have changed as is expected. A project that I have been working on for over a year now will be spreading its wings soon (look out for Sir Vaughn this coming Spring). My grandmother has been taken off of hospice and is back to pre-stroke health (proving that even when no one else has hope for us, we must never give up). My faith in God has strengthened, and I’ve fallen in love with an amazing guy.

However, good things aren’t the only thing I’ve experienced. I was let go from my job a few weeks ago (so feel free to make a donation to the pay-Geo’s-rent fund on the right side of this page). I’ve halted production on my new album, and a life long friendship with Giana Vaughn has come to an irreconcilable end.

I guess it’s safe to say that in just 3 months, things are definitely not the same. I don’t want to end this post here, but I’d rather leave you hungry for more.

To all of you who’ve been visiting GeoVaughn.com on a regular basis, thank you for sticking by me. If it’s your first time here, I want to thank you too for visiting, and I hope you find all of my silly posts interesting enough to come back and know more about me.

I love each ad everyone of you.

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-Geo Vaughn

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Come celebrate Geo Vaughn’s Birthday Bash @ Vlada!

Loose yourself to the beats of Superstar DJ: Brenda Black

$5 Cocktails ALL NIGHT LONG!

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See You All There!!!

-Geo Vaughn
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Then don’t forget to stop by the Lifeline Event Series on Sunday, September 20th @ Halo Miami, benefiting The Trevor Project.

The Trevor Project is the largest non-profit organization directed at preventing suicide among LGBT youth.

Please remember that during these hard economic times, many non-profit organizations that rely on donations suffer huge money gaps. I do not know if The Trevor Project is one of those organizations that is low on funds, but I am sure they, and the teens they guide away from suicide would appreciate your kind donations.

-Geo Vaughn
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As many of you already know, my great-grandmother (who raised me) has been very fragile, and in hospice for the past 2 months. Well, on Tuesday her condition took a turn for the worse when she had a stroke.

After visiting her yesterday, I came back home and before I could even take off my clothes, I was asleep. During that deep sleep I had a dream about her, and as a result, a lot of the things I couldn’t understand, now make sense.

I just want to leave you all with the reminder to cherish, and love the people around you. Show them you care about them EVERY SINGLE DAY.

-Geo
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