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05.11.2009 5:30pm EDT
(Miami, Florida) Two South Florida men have been charged with murder in the slaying of a Wilton Manors gay man.
The body of Nestor Estefani, 40, was found inside the home of his partner, a Hollywood, Fla. doctor who was out of town at the time.Police said that Estefani’s throat was slashed by two men he had picked up for sex while his partner was away.
Johnny Collins, 38, is charged with first-degree murder. Keith Scruggs, 40, is facing charges of murder, armed burglary and dealing in stolen property.
According to the arrest warrant, Estefani picked up Collins and Scruggs at a Miami Shores gas station. Police say that Estefani knew Scruggs from past sexual encounters. The warrant claimed the three men agreed to have sex and went to the home of Estefani’s partner, Dr. Cody Smith.
When they got to the home, Collins and Scruggs allegedly decided to rob it.
Estefani’s body was found August 30 in a pool of blood. The house had been ransacked.
Forensic tests on a Nintendo Wii turned up a set of fingerprints police say belong to Scruggs. His fingerprints were on police files showing he had a long history of robbery and drug convictions.
During police interrogation Scruggs allegedly said that he, Collins and Estefani had taken drugs but an argument broke out and Scruggs claimed he left the house.
But in a subsequent interview Scruggs changed his story, admitted that after they entered the house he and Collins decided to rob Estefani. Under questioning Scruggs claimed that he was on the patio having a cigarette when Collins killed Estefani.
According to the arrest warrant Scruggs claimed that Collins told him he sliced Estefani ”from ear to ear.”
Ok everyone, stop having these stupid casual sexual encounters. Have you not been reading the news? It’s not safe! Get with it!
Actually, my friends and I take a different tack, Bill. If we do decide to have random hookups, we never bring them to our houses. We will only meet them at theirs. And here’s why.
If your trade turns out to be psycho and to want to kill you, it’s much easier for him to do so at your place than his own. If he comes to your house, he must only leave after he kills you. If you go to his house, he’ll also have to deal with cleanup and disposal afterward. Considering the amount of effort that would be involved with all that, he’s much less likely to go through with it in his own house than in yours.
So, if you want to engage in “casual sex encounters,” don’t bring your trade to your house. No, you’re still not guaranteed a safe hookup, but let’s face it. Since we can never be 100% safe no matter where we go or what we do with whomever, it’s best at least to keep some modicum of disincentive in harming you.
Your house, his house, hotel, motel. It doesn’t matter. Risk is risk.
As boring as my 12 year marriage to my husband may sound to some, we’re both still alive and well. Sex is still awesome. We have no diseases. We have a solid financial base. We’re preparing for retirement.
Overall, no complaints.
Plus the story stated that Estefani knew Scruggs from past sexual encounters. So, he probably thought he was safe being with someone he already knew.
Looks like he was wrong.
L.J., I certainly hope that you are joking.
Sex to me is of no real importance outside of a committed long-term relatonship. Otherwise you just open yourself up to all kinds of problems.
Plus with casual sex even if nothing went wrong, you come to the encounter with zero and you return back to zero and to the same emptiness.
I also do not want to be someone’s playtoy to be found, used up and discarded like it had no more meaning than yesterday’s newspaper. And I don’t want to do that to someone else.
Just me, just don’t care to live my life that way. For some like me, it needs to mean something, needs to be a part of what holds a committed relationship together, what gives it spice and joy.
At this point I don’t care if I don’t have sex,because I don’t want it to be meaningless, like nothing more than a temporarily satisfied appetite for a snack. Because it involves another man’s heart and mind. Those are things that need tenderness and care, not forgotten like a discarded food wrapper.