Sex while on shrooms

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We sat in their room during an idyllic February break, measuring out the grams of psilocybe cubensis mushrooms on a tiny scale. Snow was still on the ground, but there was no need to wear a coat. It was hard to imagine that such a small amount of fungus could change our perception of the waking world. I liked the taste of it, its earthy mouthfeel reminded me of eating preschool, sandbox dirt.

Anticipation rose up in my stomach, preparing for the effects to start kicking in over the next half hour. It was a fear of the unknown because I had no grasp of what tripping would be like, no matter how much I researched firsthand s. On the come up, we took a leisurely stroll around Beebe Lake. I kept assuring myself and my R. According to my R. Had the water in the gorge always moved like pulsating green Jell-O? I was stopping to stare awestruck at every moss covered rock as if it was my first time seeing one, so we popped a squat on a bench overlooking the lake.

Seuss quality to it. Its shapes were impossible geometries with the saturation turned up all the way. Distant headlights became rainbow prisms crossing the swaying Thurston Avenue bridge. It was a never ending inhale that allowed the entire landscape to enter my body. Tingling, my fingers curled around the cold bench as I went somewhere with no destination, my head thrown back in ecstasy.

Forgotten, dormant parts of my body breathed with every fiber of sensory synesthesia. The universe was penetrating me, and I was having a full-body orgasm. I had no idea someone could have sex with a concept: An orgasm from their brain coming to terms with nature and its own existence. It was an absorption into nothingness, in which all that was left of my ego was the sensation of absolute pleasure.

For a moment, I ended. There was no more burden of selfhood left to suffer. Why do we crave going back to that ephemeral place time and time again? At first it was amusing, I had always fantasized about making myself nut with my mind. But it quickly turned into an annoyance. I would just be discussing my grocery list with my R. I later googled the phenomenon, but the search only gave me articles about people having physical sex with each other on psychedelics, not having sex with nothing. Dating became strange in the coming months. How was I supposed to have sex with a person after having sex with the universe?

I really had no desire for them, as no human being could ever satisfy me like that again. I continued tripping on magic mushrooms for the next year, chasing la petite mort , but it never came like that first time. I suppose it was a once-in-a-lifetime nut, just what I needed at the time to release all of my pent-up sexual energy.

I still chase the sensation of climax, but only as a reminder of ego death. Anya Neeze is a student at Cornell University. Comments can be sent [ protected] Boink!

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