Resurrection 2014

My past blogs got deleted from here when I switched pages, so here is something that was written earlier this year.



Resurrection – 2014

November 25th, 2013…

Dear Mom,
There are so many things I want to say to you. But, I am at a loss for words. The truth is, I am lost. I am so sorry that we will never share laughter, never share tears, never share that special bond that you and I have always had. You’ll never know just how sorry and ashamed I am. I love you with all my heart.
Your son,
I wrote that last year, fearing for my life. I was having minor convulsions. I was pale. Underweight.
I remember looking in the mirror and crying. I looked awful. Like an animated corpse. But, most of all..It was over. I was done.
I would never smile again. I would never take another beautiful picture again. I would never harness the power to write something profound, that other gay men would feel connected to. And sadly, I would never love again.
I was drowning in a pool of mercury. Shredded by guilt and remorse. Pain. Sadness. And the only solution I had was to continue to the bitter end, using alcohol, dope, and pills.
This was the end for me. I could only hope that I would mercifully OD, because I was too much of a coward to put a bullet through my head.
I can’t tell you exactly what happened on that particular November evening. What I can say is that somewhere deep in the depths of my despair, I heard the voice of reason. It came from deep within me.
I heard these very words:
Somewhere between darkness and light, there is truth.
I had no idea what that meant. Maybe I still don’t. But, that night as I drifted into a state of unconsciousness, I felt safe…for the first time since Tony had committed suicide on May 7, 2013…I felt safe. When Tony took his life, I felt like a part of me died as well.
But, I knew that the Gods were sparing my pitiful life, in order to help myself get better. Contingent on me sharing my truth with others. The whole truth. All of the darkness I had experienced. And all of the light, as well.
At the risk of being judged. At the risk of being criticized. At the risk of being completely vulnerable.
I awoke the next day, and the pitiful man, drowning in a mushroom cloud of emptiness, who only knew the words: “I will never.”
Suddenly began to ponder whether or not he just might be able to try one more time.
I got out of bed. I called the man who is now my sponsor, and I asked him to take me to an AA meeting.
I was 179lbs on November 26th, 2013. My first day sober.
That first week was hell for me. The scars of Tony’s suicide that were slashed across my soul were swollen and enflamed. My head pounded. My depth perception was off. My skin crawled. I had the chills. But, I kept trying.
2nd week sober. I did little things to make myself feel like a human being again. I shaved. I got a haircut. I purchased supplements at NurtiMart, and I attempted to train at the gym again. Leaving the gym that first day of training, I threw up. I was physically exhausted and emotionally drained.
I considered giving up again. But, I refused to surrender. I no longer told myself, “I’m going to try.”
I told myself, “Yes, I can”
I continued going with my sponsor to AA meetings. I shared openly with my peers about the tremendous pain I was feeling, revolving around Tony’s suicide. The gay men at the meeting held my hand, kept me company, and when I said, “I don’t know if I’m gonna make it. ” They said, “Yes, you can!”
I took my thirty day token. I extended my workout periods and began training seven days a week. I started seeing a cognitive therapist to help me with the grieving process. And most importantly, I began writing again. Writing about the truth. I was tempted to write some fluff that only offered you glimpses of who I really am, but I remembered those powerful words that came from somewhere inside me on the night of my last debauch..”Somewhere between darkness and light, there is truth.”
So, I honored what I had promised myself and I wrote about all of me. I felt a force flowing through me, enabling me to harness the power again.
I took my sixty day token. I stacked over fifteen pounds of solid muscle. And somewhere around my sixty day sober mark, an idea was born. Something that would take more than just the twelve steps. It would require patience. Dedication. And most of all-truth.
I knew how I was going to share my story on a larger scale than just an AA meeting or a blog. I wanted to be able to share my story-my entire story with as many gay men as possible. I wanted to write about everything. I wanted to write about growing up with a monster for a father. About the men who had brought me to my fire. About my adventures in the Porn industry. About my life as an International escort. My body dysmorphia. My drug addiction. My recovery. And surviving the suicide of the greatest love of my life.
It occurred to me that a cautionary tale about a gay adult film star who had last shot four years ago was not going to carry the depth and weight of a current adult film star. I considered the options. Could I come back to an Industry that is as quick to recycle it’s “stars” as one does their weekly plastic? I hadn’t filmed in four years. My first XXX film had been shot twelve years ago. The chances of my doing this again, of my being even considered again were slim to none. I couldn’t possibly. Could I?
Yes, I can!
I was going to need current photos. I needed a photographer who could not only shoot amazing male erotica, but who was familiar with shooting me. So, I called Paul. He agreed to shoot me outside of Los Cabos, Mexico. I began alternating cardio, weight training, and yoga. Eating mega proteins, power carbs, and ditching breads and pastas. In eighty days, I went from 179lb to 202lb.
Right before I left for Los Cabos, I messaged Chi Chi. I told him I was gonna do another round in the Industry. I asked him if he thought I needed representation. He told me I probably didn’t, but thankfully referred me to Ducati Models.
I spoke with both partners and they agreed to represent me.
I continued writing. I continued attending AA meetings. I hung out with my sober buddies several times a week.
The obsession to use drugs, drink alcohol, or abuse prescription pills was removed.
I began working the twelve steps on Tony’s suicide.
Things got better.
I shot four amazing pictorials with Paul in Los Cabos. I stayed sober through it.
I received my ninety day token. I felt elated.
Now, at 100 days sober, I am heading up to LA tonight to shoot my first scene in four years for 
Interestingly, this particular website is owned by Jake Cruise. The last scene I shot was for Also owned by Jake Cruise.
I’ve completed the first chapter to my autobiography.
And I feel a sense of harmony with the world. Something I haven’t experienced in quite some time. My life is far from perfect. Some days are still absolute shit. But, I also know that a new day always follows. And inside every day there lies a, “Yes, I can!”
So, for anyone out there who is feeling hopeless, less than, judged, worthless, and without a solution…I say this to you:
If I can do it, so can you.
Just tell yourself:
Yes, I can!
And you will!!
“And the days go by like a strand in the wind, in the web that is my own I begin again…”

7 thoughts on “Resurrection 2014”

  1. Oh Dearest Friend Nick!
    I’m totally lost for words. No idea the depth of your past agony!
    To read this, tears well up…and begin to flow!
    To even think that your life could of have been gone from this world…Oh my! Things in life happen for a reason, sometimes not explainable to oneself. That voice you heard on your darkest hour was from the Power that be!
    I too have a younger brother who tried in ernest to leave this world because of his devastating breakup with his partner! So remember him trying to OD! That day I will never forget! It has left a scar on my heart! Not a bad one, but a good one. Tears are still flowing my friend…that day with that dreadful scene…I reach my brother in time to save his life! He was burying or more like drowning himself in sorrow due to the breakup! I went up to him while he was laying in bed covered in a sheet! Scolding him to get “To Fuck” out of bed! When he reach out to me and said…Please help me!
    I could go on my dearest friend…but will leave for another day!
    Know that the pain will always be there! But by turning that dark side to the new you today…leaves me with how awesome the human spirit can rebound, rebuild, and find that lost light of hope!
    My friend Nick, let it be known that you are and have an amazing soul! I will always be here for you, no matter what.
    Whether you are in a dark spot in your life or whether you shine like a bright beacon!
    Your eternal friend


  2. Dum Vivo Disco – While I Live, I Learn.
    You, and your words, are an inspiration and I sincerely hope that the lessons you have experienced in life continue to strengthen your character and resolve, affording you peace along the way.
    It was by chance that I learned who you are. The world is full of fantastic and fascinating people that you may never hear about or encounter – which is a pity but the way of things nonetheless.
    Curiosity led me to purchase and view your recent film Forgive Me Father, which in turn led me to your blog.
    If I was of the opinion that you were magnificent solely based on that performance, the truth and raw honesty of your blog entry ‘Resurrection’ strengthened that initial opinion without hesitation.
    You are proof positive of two adages in life:
    I may not always be perfect, but I am always me;
    You do not have to understand me, you simply have to love and support me.
    Believe in yourself Nick Capra and if along the way life throws you a mountain to climb or an obstacle to navigate be confident in yourself to select the right path – because YES YOU CAN!
    Best of luck with all your future pursuits.

  3. Thank you for your words. The kindness of a stranger, so unexpected, is often the nicest surprise – and you have just given me a gift that made me smile.

    Having read ‘Freedom’ I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday.

    May you look upon this celebration as the first day of a journey. By letting go of the life that you may have planned based on past pain you will be able to have the life that is waiting for you.

    Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that a decision has been made to look beyond the imperfections. Your strength of character is admirable.

    May you find the beauty in the balance Nick, and be confident that by embracing the positive aspects of life, and learning the art of acceptance, the best of your past will be the worst of your future.

    Regards and thanks again,

    1. Kerry…I don’t know what to say, except thank you. Making a connection with the writing is so intimate and powerful for me. Your comment made my day. xoxo

  4. Hello would you mind stating which blog platform you’re using? I’m planning to start my own blog soon but I’m having a hard time making a decision between BlogEngine/Wordpress/B2evolution and Drupal. The reason I ask is because your design and style seems different then most blogs and I’m looking for something completely unique. P.S My apologies for getting off-topic but I had to ask!

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