Billy Idol Revelations - Coming Clean: My night of drugs and orgy Idol and his groupies

I love Diet Coke, cold A/C, and flipping through vintage Billy Idol pics... remembering the wild nights and louder memories. Don’t judge — the man was (and still is) pure fire. 🔥

True story: when I got his autograph, we didn’t just say hi and smile. It turned into an all-night adventure — me, Billy, and two wild girls. A wild, beautiful mess of music, madness, and yeah… a little too much powder. I was young. We were flying high.

My autographed headshot of Billy. He signed his autograph after we both did a line of crank—right off this photo and a record sleeve from the nightclub. He handed me a Benson & Hedges cigarette—that was the first time I smoked. I hated him for getting me started, but I couldn’t help loving him. He was dangerously sexy, and his groupies? Some of the hottest girls I’d ever seen.I’ve stayed quiet for decades, but before I go, I’m telling the truth about my life in the music world — the backstage chaos, the afterparties, the legends.  — DJ Evan McIntyre aka “The Hitman”

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DJ Evan MC - Billy Idol Fan

There was a time in my life when my sense of desire and self-worth was tangled up in being used. I fetishized surrender — not in a healthy, consensual way, but in chaotic, blurry moments where control was taken from me. Roofies, GHB, and date rape substances made those nights even fuzzier. And strangely, the more someone wanted to take advantage of me, the more I felt wanted — like I was finally important enough for someone to cross a line for.

I was surrounded by haters, jealousy, and noise. So when someone fixated on me, even in dark or selfish ways, it felt like proof that I mattered. That was my twisted version of love and pleasure. I now see that my need to please came from pain. But back then, I went where I pleased and I pleased where I went.

— DJ Evan MC