Monday, March 28
Now, I'm officially a hippie
So, last night I smoked my first joint. I'm certainly not a smoker, so it took quite a while to learn how to inhale deep enough to get some good effects. Finally, I got a couple good puffs though and - off to the races! In the beginning I mainly felt giddy. I found things quite funny. At one point I sat at the piano to see if I could still play and just cracked up. I was trying to explain to my husband why Bach was so particularily funny at the time, but couldn't really. Bach is very complex, and my brain was feeling a little fragmented, I think I found the similarities between the Fugue and my messed up mind hilarious. (It doesn't seem so funny now, however.)
We had a bit of a scare, my husband seems to have a rather negative reaction to pot, he tends to get nauseous, so he really didn't smoke any. He did have a tiny puff (trying to teach me how to inhale) and the house was heavy with smoke, so I'm sure he was affected. At one point in the evening, he was clearly not well, and had, I believe, a bit of a panic attack. I sobered up a bit then, pulled myself together to take care of him as much as possible, but I certainly didn't like the feeling of being so out of control I couldn't help him as much as I'd have liked. What if there were some emergency and I'd had to go to the hospital with him or something? He just kept apologizing and telling me he was okay and after a while, I think he really was. Still, it made me see the gravity of the "fun" we were having.
After that, I kind of forget the sequence of events. I know it wasn't too much longer and the both of us were naked in bed. I tell you, sex while a little high is amazing. Everything was so vivid and so singular, each sensation was magnified individually. Needless to say, it was the best sex I've ever had in my entire life. I had numerous orgasms, one of them, I was sure, would be the end of me. My sense of time was distorted, so I was never sure if my husband was bored by doing the same thing too much, or put off by rapid position changes. I kept asking him to make sure he was ok. Turns out having me so into things was a huge turn on for him and we both enjoyed ourselves immensely. We ran the gamut, from oral to traditional to... well, we did it all.
Here's what I learned about smoking weed:
- It makes things seem silly
- It makes my husband ill
- It makes me really, really horny
- It also makes me really, really thirsty
- It makes my brain see things as cartoons: everything was bright and round and bouncy
That being said, it'll probably be a long time before I ever use it again. I didn't like being incapable of supporting my husband if need be. And, I'd never do anything that'd make him sick. I'd give up the best sex in the world for him - if that isn't love, I don't know what is.
posted by claire ~ 10:31 p.m. |