Tuesday, November 30, 2004
An interesting experience...
Have you ever had sex high on pot? What an interesting experience (at least to me, because I am not a pothead, and have never done such a thing before).
Actually... this was the first time ever that I can say I got really high during one of my rare pot ventures. Usually (if you can even call it that - I think I can count the total amount of times I smoked marijuana on the fingers of one hand) I just get mildly dizzy and comfortably relaxed. A bit giggly, maybe. Rather disappointing, really.
That is, until we hit one of our friend's place the other night. And said friend had some stuff at her house, despite her not smoking anything at all, go figure. And - oh boy - I dunno what the hell kinda pot that was, but it sure was potent. What an experience... how everything began to look so very clear, and slow at the same time, as if everything was moving through clear honey, slowing everything down just enough for me to be able to take in every single detail of everything. During the ride home I had the time of my life, with all those lights passing by, as you can imagine. I listened to myself talk as if I were some other person farther away, and like the process of formulating a thought in my head and speaking it out loud had nothing to do with each other. I was so mellow, so relaxed, so alert at the same time, and just truly comfortable in my own body, ready to take the world and everything in it with a smile.
My roomate right next to me looked just as enjoyably smashed, and The Fiancé was marinating away on the backseat. I felt my mind widening and widening... images rushing into my head, chasing one another, and while I was clearly aware of my surroundings and just as alert in my head (very unlike being drunk), I was at the same time not, sort of like leaning back on a lazy boy somewhere in my head and watching a movie, watching those images come in, change, evolve, metamorph, vanish, and come back. It was a flood of creativity, a flood of colors, like I have never experienced before. Don't get me wrong, I sure wasn't hallucinating anything, it was more like my mind reaching out to the very corners of my subconsciousness, bringing to surface a myriad of images that were already there before, but locked from my inner sight. And while I was there stretched out on my inner lazy boy, I suddenly came to understand how some of the greatest art and the greatest music were created in a state much like the one I found myself in. Interestingly enough, what I longed for most at this time was a sheet of paper and a pencil... anything infact, on which I could write on, or draw on. I wanted to remember, to hold on to these images, until way after the effects of the drug had worn off.
We got home and I walked into the house like I was making my way through honey myself. I went into the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and saw a gorgeous woman, much unlike what happens when I usually look into the mirror. I stared at myself for a rather long time, studying myself, smiling, until I finally got myself ready for bed and slipped underneath the covers, enjoying how all the images and colors started to swirl in my head as soon as I closed my eyes.
And then... warm lips on mine, a large hand on my breast. Breath against my skin, and an unmistakable whispered invitation for more. I am not sure if I agreed or not, but I must have, because soon after I felt a heavy weight on my body, then steady movement, swirling and pulsating colors behind my closed lids, and a sort of disembodied sense of pleasure that I have never experienced before. I don't think I moved as much as a finger during the whole time, I just lay there, seeing colors with closed eyes and noticing that for the first time in my life my mind had not the slightest thing to do with what was happening, that I was not controlling my body in any way, that my brain had completely taken the backseat, giving way to my body entirely.
What an amazing experience for someone who can never keep her brain out of literally anything!
When the colors finally exploded and my body started moving on its own, it hit me by complete surprise, and it was like my whole spirit was being pushed and expanded way beyond my physical boundaries. Suddenly I felt like I was somehow filling the entire room, before being sucked back into myself, breathing heavily and positively unable to move.
Utterly amazing. Too bad that drugs are bad for you. But those colors... I will never forget the intensity of those colors, and how they made me feel...
Actually... this was the first time ever that I can say I got really high during one of my rare pot ventures. Usually (if you can even call it that - I think I can count the total amount of times I smoked marijuana on the fingers of one hand) I just get mildly dizzy and comfortably relaxed. A bit giggly, maybe. Rather disappointing, really.
That is, until we hit one of our friend's place the other night. And said friend had some stuff at her house, despite her not smoking anything at all, go figure. And - oh boy - I dunno what the hell kinda pot that was, but it sure was potent. What an experience... how everything began to look so very clear, and slow at the same time, as if everything was moving through clear honey, slowing everything down just enough for me to be able to take in every single detail of everything. During the ride home I had the time of my life, with all those lights passing by, as you can imagine. I listened to myself talk as if I were some other person farther away, and like the process of formulating a thought in my head and speaking it out loud had nothing to do with each other. I was so mellow, so relaxed, so alert at the same time, and just truly comfortable in my own body, ready to take the world and everything in it with a smile.
My roomate right next to me looked just as enjoyably smashed, and The Fiancé was marinating away on the backseat. I felt my mind widening and widening... images rushing into my head, chasing one another, and while I was clearly aware of my surroundings and just as alert in my head (very unlike being drunk), I was at the same time not, sort of like leaning back on a lazy boy somewhere in my head and watching a movie, watching those images come in, change, evolve, metamorph, vanish, and come back. It was a flood of creativity, a flood of colors, like I have never experienced before. Don't get me wrong, I sure wasn't hallucinating anything, it was more like my mind reaching out to the very corners of my subconsciousness, bringing to surface a myriad of images that were already there before, but locked from my inner sight. And while I was there stretched out on my inner lazy boy, I suddenly came to understand how some of the greatest art and the greatest music were created in a state much like the one I found myself in. Interestingly enough, what I longed for most at this time was a sheet of paper and a pencil... anything infact, on which I could write on, or draw on. I wanted to remember, to hold on to these images, until way after the effects of the drug had worn off.
We got home and I walked into the house like I was making my way through honey myself. I went into the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and saw a gorgeous woman, much unlike what happens when I usually look into the mirror. I stared at myself for a rather long time, studying myself, smiling, until I finally got myself ready for bed and slipped underneath the covers, enjoying how all the images and colors started to swirl in my head as soon as I closed my eyes.
And then... warm lips on mine, a large hand on my breast. Breath against my skin, and an unmistakable whispered invitation for more. I am not sure if I agreed or not, but I must have, because soon after I felt a heavy weight on my body, then steady movement, swirling and pulsating colors behind my closed lids, and a sort of disembodied sense of pleasure that I have never experienced before. I don't think I moved as much as a finger during the whole time, I just lay there, seeing colors with closed eyes and noticing that for the first time in my life my mind had not the slightest thing to do with what was happening, that I was not controlling my body in any way, that my brain had completely taken the backseat, giving way to my body entirely.
What an amazing experience for someone who can never keep her brain out of literally anything!
When the colors finally exploded and my body started moving on its own, it hit me by complete surprise, and it was like my whole spirit was being pushed and expanded way beyond my physical boundaries. Suddenly I felt like I was somehow filling the entire room, before being sucked back into myself, breathing heavily and positively unable to move.
Utterly amazing. Too bad that drugs are bad for you. But those colors... I will never forget the intensity of those colors, and how they made me feel...
