DiMenTion Nineteen
Rising Star
Dear Nexus,
I feel as though I've never truly contributed before, but owe a great deal of feedback to reciprocate all the help and special attention I've been given with my dimethyl excursions. That being said I wish to contribute something solely unique to myself and a handful of individuals on the planet. I want to write a report that touches subjects psychonauts such as you, my peers, have never looked into because they don't necessarily concern your walk of life.
On to the trip report.
The night started out as simply as most others. I woke, and quietly entertained myself as well as paying some attention to my clients' email back-and-forths. I live with four roommates, all of which seemed to be in elevated spirits because of the Thanksgiving holiday and time spent their respective families. I felt as though it would be a pleasant evening to consume a pot cookie or two. Or four. The general atmosphere of the house was calming; this is in stark contrast to the normally emotionally-driven hormonal outbursts that normally occur with an all transsexual-household.
I spent most of my time leading up to the night's festivities oblivious that they would happen. I mostly passed time by listening to music while reading about drugs while I was high.
This calm quickly evolved into one of the most interesting nights of my life when my roommates' (yes two of the roommates') girlfriend arrived with her new girlfriend. Everyone in the household is poly amorous, and dating, love and companionship become essentially whatever the partie(s) involved wish it to be.
The girl who brought her new girlfriend to her exgirlfriends' house falls victim easily to the placebo effect. She always acts higher than she is, and brags of being able to handle any drug to any degree. At my suggestion this is where the dimethyl action came into play. I suggested she take one puff of freebase I had created. I wasn't deceptive, its not in my nature, but it is in my nature to be modest in terms of my own achievement and ability, I may have played down the potency of my product.
I should have asserted that this girl was a rape-victim several times over, as well as being the punching bag to many douchebags, and the escort of choice in our area. I assume someone in her position has a lot on her mental plate. Let the fun begin; she takes her first and only puff of the session. She becomes so incredibly dosed that she cannot comprehend her senses or anything in this plane of existence.
After re-acclimating and gaining her whit she told us of the trip she took to jail where she spent her time there with us. (I got arrested for prostitution with some friends recently, you know a low-profile Saturday evening, complete with television cameras and media attention) She said she was in prison for a week with us, and felt the inescapable torment of a confined holding cell. Her journey ended with her being kicked to the sidewalk.
She assured herself that she was presented her greatest fear, and it was her duty to figure out why. She reasoned that it was to come to the realization that if you are amongst caring friends or family there is nothing to fear.
The night got interesting when we decided to have the largest orgy I have ever personally participated in. Interesting turn, right? I thought so to. My girlfriend and I switched partners with the two genetic girls that had come over to spend the night. And there was a french maid without a partner who worked as a free agent in pleasuring herself however she saw fit.
The other visitor, the new girlfriend had never been with a trans girl before. We decided she should probably have sex with the first three she ever met in real life.
We all finished our sexual experience, everyone in even higher spirits because of all the sensual sisterly love making.
I took this intermission as my opportunity to dose all parties involved. I first dosed myself a hefty bowl, one deep lungful that left me in an erotic mood. I shut my eyes and was greeted by a swirling gyration of geometric complexity. Imagine what Neo sees in the third matrix movie when he can see agent smith while having been blinded. Instead of numbers and random Japanese lettering, however, what I saw was composed of orange and red geometric patterns. I saw an orgy, I witnessed in my left-hand field of vision entities made up of these coalescing patterns. They were female, and as far as I could tell where wearing futuristic clothing, akin to something in kingdom hearts. They were also not wearing clothing. The room this took place in was a hallway of similar patterns, with another entity seductively beckoning the first two female ones. These quickly faded to blobs jellyfishing around the room, I checked to see if my eyes were open, they weren’t. I opened them and was greeted by the evenings first dimethyl victim (the girl who had previously partaken earlier in the night, the girl I had partnered with for the night). I explained my trip to her, and she went into the void a second time. With each journey she gained momentum, enlightenment and a sense of well-being, a contempt with her life.
During the ruckus of the orgy, a roommate had left the house in a depressed mood because she thought she had been excluded from both the psychedelic and sensual fun. This was not the case, she simply misinterpreted it as such. Needless to say, she felt unhappy because her girlfriend had sex with their ex girlfriend without her, and that we had all blasted off without inviting her. I told her girlfriend to offer her both the bowl of a large dose as well as her company while she did it. She agreed.
But she had never smoked dmt before. She figured she could give it a go. As a side note her schizophrenia causes marijuana to give her dmt like visuals; I was curious what dmt would do. She went from depressed to crying tears of joy and uncontrollably laughing for a solid ten minutes. She thanked me for my words of wisdom and the gift of interstellar travel. She briefly described beautiful colors and peculiar shapes but was not in a mind state that facilitates vocal descriptive elaboration.
I figure since I've popped everyone's dimethyl cherry this far, why stop. I turned my shamanic eyes towards the most inexperience psychedelic user. I suggested a personal one on one session with just her and her girlfriend, this turned out to be a good idea. Her inability to smoke carcinogens lead to nausea resulting in vomit, but nevertheless the spice hit her in the face and she lost the ability to process anything for several moments. She, too, had demons she had not yet comes to terms with. Her issues are more personal, so I wont go into detail, but she had to come to grips with judgment, both societal and from her parents. I guided her, asking her questions that would eventually lead me to understanding the root of her problems. She needed to vocalize horrors to the two of us to be able to let go of deep seated emotions. She eventually turned to smiles after having done so.
Instead of going to bed at this point, like everyone else, I decided to write and post this trip report. I feel like a gender shaman, and as soon as everyone wakes up, the fun will resume as I continue dosing people and having casual sex with my roommates and friends.
I feel as though I've never truly contributed before, but owe a great deal of feedback to reciprocate all the help and special attention I've been given with my dimethyl excursions. That being said I wish to contribute something solely unique to myself and a handful of individuals on the planet. I want to write a report that touches subjects psychonauts such as you, my peers, have never looked into because they don't necessarily concern your walk of life.
On to the trip report.
The night started out as simply as most others. I woke, and quietly entertained myself as well as paying some attention to my clients' email back-and-forths. I live with four roommates, all of which seemed to be in elevated spirits because of the Thanksgiving holiday and time spent their respective families. I felt as though it would be a pleasant evening to consume a pot cookie or two. Or four. The general atmosphere of the house was calming; this is in stark contrast to the normally emotionally-driven hormonal outbursts that normally occur with an all transsexual-household.
I spent most of my time leading up to the night's festivities oblivious that they would happen. I mostly passed time by listening to music while reading about drugs while I was high.
This calm quickly evolved into one of the most interesting nights of my life when my roommates' (yes two of the roommates') girlfriend arrived with her new girlfriend. Everyone in the household is poly amorous, and dating, love and companionship become essentially whatever the partie(s) involved wish it to be.
The girl who brought her new girlfriend to her exgirlfriends' house falls victim easily to the placebo effect. She always acts higher than she is, and brags of being able to handle any drug to any degree. At my suggestion this is where the dimethyl action came into play. I suggested she take one puff of freebase I had created. I wasn't deceptive, its not in my nature, but it is in my nature to be modest in terms of my own achievement and ability, I may have played down the potency of my product.
I should have asserted that this girl was a rape-victim several times over, as well as being the punching bag to many douchebags, and the escort of choice in our area. I assume someone in her position has a lot on her mental plate. Let the fun begin; she takes her first and only puff of the session. She becomes so incredibly dosed that she cannot comprehend her senses or anything in this plane of existence.
After re-acclimating and gaining her whit she told us of the trip she took to jail where she spent her time there with us. (I got arrested for prostitution with some friends recently, you know a low-profile Saturday evening, complete with television cameras and media attention) She said she was in prison for a week with us, and felt the inescapable torment of a confined holding cell. Her journey ended with her being kicked to the sidewalk.
She assured herself that she was presented her greatest fear, and it was her duty to figure out why. She reasoned that it was to come to the realization that if you are amongst caring friends or family there is nothing to fear.
The night got interesting when we decided to have the largest orgy I have ever personally participated in. Interesting turn, right? I thought so to. My girlfriend and I switched partners with the two genetic girls that had come over to spend the night. And there was a french maid without a partner who worked as a free agent in pleasuring herself however she saw fit.
The other visitor, the new girlfriend had never been with a trans girl before. We decided she should probably have sex with the first three she ever met in real life.
We all finished our sexual experience, everyone in even higher spirits because of all the sensual sisterly love making.
I took this intermission as my opportunity to dose all parties involved. I first dosed myself a hefty bowl, one deep lungful that left me in an erotic mood. I shut my eyes and was greeted by a swirling gyration of geometric complexity. Imagine what Neo sees in the third matrix movie when he can see agent smith while having been blinded. Instead of numbers and random Japanese lettering, however, what I saw was composed of orange and red geometric patterns. I saw an orgy, I witnessed in my left-hand field of vision entities made up of these coalescing patterns. They were female, and as far as I could tell where wearing futuristic clothing, akin to something in kingdom hearts. They were also not wearing clothing. The room this took place in was a hallway of similar patterns, with another entity seductively beckoning the first two female ones. These quickly faded to blobs jellyfishing around the room, I checked to see if my eyes were open, they weren’t. I opened them and was greeted by the evenings first dimethyl victim (the girl who had previously partaken earlier in the night, the girl I had partnered with for the night). I explained my trip to her, and she went into the void a second time. With each journey she gained momentum, enlightenment and a sense of well-being, a contempt with her life.
During the ruckus of the orgy, a roommate had left the house in a depressed mood because she thought she had been excluded from both the psychedelic and sensual fun. This was not the case, she simply misinterpreted it as such. Needless to say, she felt unhappy because her girlfriend had sex with their ex girlfriend without her, and that we had all blasted off without inviting her. I told her girlfriend to offer her both the bowl of a large dose as well as her company while she did it. She agreed.
But she had never smoked dmt before. She figured she could give it a go. As a side note her schizophrenia causes marijuana to give her dmt like visuals; I was curious what dmt would do. She went from depressed to crying tears of joy and uncontrollably laughing for a solid ten minutes. She thanked me for my words of wisdom and the gift of interstellar travel. She briefly described beautiful colors and peculiar shapes but was not in a mind state that facilitates vocal descriptive elaboration.
I figure since I've popped everyone's dimethyl cherry this far, why stop. I turned my shamanic eyes towards the most inexperience psychedelic user. I suggested a personal one on one session with just her and her girlfriend, this turned out to be a good idea. Her inability to smoke carcinogens lead to nausea resulting in vomit, but nevertheless the spice hit her in the face and she lost the ability to process anything for several moments. She, too, had demons she had not yet comes to terms with. Her issues are more personal, so I wont go into detail, but she had to come to grips with judgment, both societal and from her parents. I guided her, asking her questions that would eventually lead me to understanding the root of her problems. She needed to vocalize horrors to the two of us to be able to let go of deep seated emotions. She eventually turned to smiles after having done so.
Instead of going to bed at this point, like everyone else, I decided to write and post this trip report. I feel like a gender shaman, and as soon as everyone wakes up, the fun will resume as I continue dosing people and having casual sex with my roommates and friends.
