
If you missed Sarah Galvin’s piece about this back in April, do yourself a favor.
Weed slows down time, intensifies sensation—especially pleasant sensations—and makes me, at least, hyperaware of my feelings toward the people around me. You can imagine what it did for my feelings toward someone I adore… Our bodies seemed completely permeable, suspended in time, and when I came, I thought it would never end. I was reminded of a Joe Wenderoth poem describing the pleasure a log feels as it burns.
That paragraph blows my mind every time I read it, and I’m not even stoned.
I thought of it again when I heard Babeland is hosting an event about sex and weed this weekend. It’s called “Let’s Talk about Sex and Weed” and it’s Saturday. Details here.
