Dosage: 10 mgs 5-MeO-DiPT ("Foxy")
A couple of friends and I had gathered at the friends' house prior to a party at a club just a few blocks from their place. I had not been expecting to do any sort of psychedelic that night, but has been curious about "Foxy" and accepted the offer of a 10 mg dosage. According to my friend who had provided the substance, most "beginners" he knew take more than this, so all of us were certainly anticipating a more understated experience than what was about to occur.
We dosed 10 mg each, chasing the vile-tasting substance with juice. After about 20 to 30 minutes, strange muscle sensations became present in two of us. The third user was less physically affected (the stuff seemed to take much longer to have a real impact on her). I sat on the couch feeling irritated and a shaky, unsteady feeling in my legs. My most-affected friend was also on the couch, contorting himself in an attempt to ease the strange muscle sensations. I massaged his neck and back in an attempt to relieve his muscle tension, which seemed to work temporarily.
Mental effects crept on slowly, mostly consisting of increased goofiness and giggling. I thought the initial silliness was sort of fun - all of us had ridiculous grins on our faces. The TV was on and I had a couple of moments of weirdness in which I saw figures that weren't there (Bart Simpson was flying a World War II bomber on the History Channel).
I noticed that my stomach was becoming uneasy. My digestive system's tolerance for drugs is generally pretty low - I usually end up puking on MDxx substances or at least having to work hard to overcome the urge to vomit. However, the initial nausea was not so intense just yet.
My friends and I hung out in the apartment, talking to a few other pre-partygoers who were sticking with alcohol that evening. Socializing was fairly manageable at this point, although my fellow foxy-takers realized that we were giggling maniacally. The friend who was most affected, D, seemed to need some time to compse himself before we left. After short while we decided to make the 3-block journey to the party location. As we walked the several blocks to the party, we noticed that this stuff has slight visual effects - everything seemed very glassy, almost crystalline. Lights seemed brighter and unreal. Nausea was present among two out of three. I felt inhibitions lowering and a sense of euphoria which was unfortunately muted by my efforts to mentally calm a very queasy tummy.
Once we arrived at the party, a small gathering at a club with two separated DJ areas, we mingled and walked around, but realized the music, lights, and crowd were all a bit over-stimulating. The urge to sit took over, and soon we occupied one couch. As the DJ threw down some house music, my mind urged me to dance but my body felt leaden and uncoordinated. All I could do was bob my head, lift my arm, and talk to my friends about our condition while giggling intermittently. I noticed the more lightweight of the two friends was looking quite overwhelmed by the environment of the party - he was clearly struggling to deal with the excessive stimuli. I was going in that distinctly confused and psychedelic direction myself, and the weird experimental "music" being played buy one DJ was kicking the mental confusion and disorientation into full force. I didn't feel a "dark" tripping sensataion a la a bad acid trip, but rather a general sense that my thoughts were impaired and some self-consciousness about appearing weirdly fucked up in public. The stuff seemed to come up in waves which required sitting down due to the feeling of an immense "body load" (strange muscle sensations and uncoordination). However, at one point we were all able to move around and dance for about 10 minutes or so. As yet another wave took over, and my more impaired friend looked increasingly fucked up, we unanimously decided we should return to the apartment and collect ourselves.
The apartment felt bright and warm, a welcoming alternative to the uncontrolled environs of the club. Vomiting occurred into two out of three of us, but at least we all had plenty of notice before we felt sick. While at the apartment, we hung out talking and giggling about random stuff, talking to my friends' dog, and basically remaining in a state of discombobulation. I'm a fairly experience hallucinogen user, having done acid several times and mushrooms on a few occasions, but I wasn't all that impressed with this. My mind skipped between moments of clarity and calm followed by mental confusion marked by undeciperable thoughts. My body was overwhelmed with weird and not-so-pleasant sensations. Overall, I was having a good time goofing off, and I certainly was not experiencing that awful lack of mental capacity or control that I had suffered through on LSD - I knew my psyche was in control of the drug's effects, I was just intermittently confused. I never had that disturbing acid feeling that I wouldn't come down and resume normality again, but I was mostly perplexed at the consequences and more than a little astounded that some people actually do this stuff intentionally on a regular basis. Our reactions to stimuli such as the TV certainly evidenced the fact that we were on an acid-like substance. Cartoons were entertaining but overwhelmingly so, as was anything on the TV. I was reminded of my old acid-tripping friends admonition to never watch TV on psychedelics.
It had only been about thirty minutes since our intermission at the apartment yet it seemed like an hour had elapsed. My boyfriend was supposed to meet us at the party and I was curious how he would react to the sight of us tripping our asses off on this strange drug. Once I found him, I attempted to explain the drug's effects, comparing it to K or acid. Conversational skills were certainly limited - he seemed to be on a different plane as he was drinking and doing a little coke rather than tripping himself retarded on this "foxy." I felt as though it was somewhat frustrating to converse with people who were not also on this indescribably weird stuff. One of my favorite DJ's was on the decks by now, but I couldn't enjoy dancing much with my stomach so queasy and my body still feeling so leaden. I took the chance to puke in the bathroom. I would have to repeat this twice more before the night was through. The stomach experience was definitely a huge downside.
After hanging out for a while longer at the party, I managed to score some weed (thank heaven) and returned to my friends, still tripping their asses off at their house despite attempts to go to sleep. The weed seem well-received, and I began to feel the weird body sensations wearing off, though the mental confusion was still present in waves and I felt overly reactionary and was still laughing maniacally at times.
I had heard some people say that "foxy" was a good drug for physical contact. My experience did not really bear this out, at least until it was substantially out of my system. My boyfriend had kissed me as we hung out of the couch at the party, and a felt a bit of horniness emerging but not the sexual energy I had kind of expected from something with the name "foxy." The weird body sensations and feeling of physical weightiness were a deterrent as the stuff still peaked, although we did get in on successfully a couple of hours later as I was coming down.
I found taking 10 mgs Foxy to be an interesting experience, though not one I will choose to repeat. The most coherent and valuable thought of my night was my praising my mind's resilience and ability to overcome this bizarre substance. There was a feeling of camaraderie with the friends who underwent the experience with me - if you do it, definitely have one or two friends who are taking the same dosage just so you don't feel like the only one losing your mind. The nausea alone would deter me from trying it again. However, I have been reading that some people feel great sensual energy on half the dose I took. So I may not discount it all together but rather partake of a much-smaller dosage.
[ 02 February 2003: Message edited by: PLURalism ]
A couple of friends and I had gathered at the friends' house prior to a party at a club just a few blocks from their place. I had not been expecting to do any sort of psychedelic that night, but has been curious about "Foxy" and accepted the offer of a 10 mg dosage. According to my friend who had provided the substance, most "beginners" he knew take more than this, so all of us were certainly anticipating a more understated experience than what was about to occur.
We dosed 10 mg each, chasing the vile-tasting substance with juice. After about 20 to 30 minutes, strange muscle sensations became present in two of us. The third user was less physically affected (the stuff seemed to take much longer to have a real impact on her). I sat on the couch feeling irritated and a shaky, unsteady feeling in my legs. My most-affected friend was also on the couch, contorting himself in an attempt to ease the strange muscle sensations. I massaged his neck and back in an attempt to relieve his muscle tension, which seemed to work temporarily.
Mental effects crept on slowly, mostly consisting of increased goofiness and giggling. I thought the initial silliness was sort of fun - all of us had ridiculous grins on our faces. The TV was on and I had a couple of moments of weirdness in which I saw figures that weren't there (Bart Simpson was flying a World War II bomber on the History Channel).
I noticed that my stomach was becoming uneasy. My digestive system's tolerance for drugs is generally pretty low - I usually end up puking on MDxx substances or at least having to work hard to overcome the urge to vomit. However, the initial nausea was not so intense just yet.
My friends and I hung out in the apartment, talking to a few other pre-partygoers who were sticking with alcohol that evening. Socializing was fairly manageable at this point, although my fellow foxy-takers realized that we were giggling maniacally. The friend who was most affected, D, seemed to need some time to compse himself before we left. After short while we decided to make the 3-block journey to the party location. As we walked the several blocks to the party, we noticed that this stuff has slight visual effects - everything seemed very glassy, almost crystalline. Lights seemed brighter and unreal. Nausea was present among two out of three. I felt inhibitions lowering and a sense of euphoria which was unfortunately muted by my efforts to mentally calm a very queasy tummy.
Once we arrived at the party, a small gathering at a club with two separated DJ areas, we mingled and walked around, but realized the music, lights, and crowd were all a bit over-stimulating. The urge to sit took over, and soon we occupied one couch. As the DJ threw down some house music, my mind urged me to dance but my body felt leaden and uncoordinated. All I could do was bob my head, lift my arm, and talk to my friends about our condition while giggling intermittently. I noticed the more lightweight of the two friends was looking quite overwhelmed by the environment of the party - he was clearly struggling to deal with the excessive stimuli. I was going in that distinctly confused and psychedelic direction myself, and the weird experimental "music" being played buy one DJ was kicking the mental confusion and disorientation into full force. I didn't feel a "dark" tripping sensataion a la a bad acid trip, but rather a general sense that my thoughts were impaired and some self-consciousness about appearing weirdly fucked up in public. The stuff seemed to come up in waves which required sitting down due to the feeling of an immense "body load" (strange muscle sensations and uncoordination). However, at one point we were all able to move around and dance for about 10 minutes or so. As yet another wave took over, and my more impaired friend looked increasingly fucked up, we unanimously decided we should return to the apartment and collect ourselves.
The apartment felt bright and warm, a welcoming alternative to the uncontrolled environs of the club. Vomiting occurred into two out of three of us, but at least we all had plenty of notice before we felt sick. While at the apartment, we hung out talking and giggling about random stuff, talking to my friends' dog, and basically remaining in a state of discombobulation. I'm a fairly experience hallucinogen user, having done acid several times and mushrooms on a few occasions, but I wasn't all that impressed with this. My mind skipped between moments of clarity and calm followed by mental confusion marked by undeciperable thoughts. My body was overwhelmed with weird and not-so-pleasant sensations. Overall, I was having a good time goofing off, and I certainly was not experiencing that awful lack of mental capacity or control that I had suffered through on LSD - I knew my psyche was in control of the drug's effects, I was just intermittently confused. I never had that disturbing acid feeling that I wouldn't come down and resume normality again, but I was mostly perplexed at the consequences and more than a little astounded that some people actually do this stuff intentionally on a regular basis. Our reactions to stimuli such as the TV certainly evidenced the fact that we were on an acid-like substance. Cartoons were entertaining but overwhelmingly so, as was anything on the TV. I was reminded of my old acid-tripping friends admonition to never watch TV on psychedelics.
It had only been about thirty minutes since our intermission at the apartment yet it seemed like an hour had elapsed. My boyfriend was supposed to meet us at the party and I was curious how he would react to the sight of us tripping our asses off on this strange drug. Once I found him, I attempted to explain the drug's effects, comparing it to K or acid. Conversational skills were certainly limited - he seemed to be on a different plane as he was drinking and doing a little coke rather than tripping himself retarded on this "foxy." I felt as though it was somewhat frustrating to converse with people who were not also on this indescribably weird stuff. One of my favorite DJ's was on the decks by now, but I couldn't enjoy dancing much with my stomach so queasy and my body still feeling so leaden. I took the chance to puke in the bathroom. I would have to repeat this twice more before the night was through. The stomach experience was definitely a huge downside.
After hanging out for a while longer at the party, I managed to score some weed (thank heaven) and returned to my friends, still tripping their asses off at their house despite attempts to go to sleep. The weed seem well-received, and I began to feel the weird body sensations wearing off, though the mental confusion was still present in waves and I felt overly reactionary and was still laughing maniacally at times.
I had heard some people say that "foxy" was a good drug for physical contact. My experience did not really bear this out, at least until it was substantially out of my system. My boyfriend had kissed me as we hung out of the couch at the party, and a felt a bit of horniness emerging but not the sexual energy I had kind of expected from something with the name "foxy." The weird body sensations and feeling of physical weightiness were a deterrent as the stuff still peaked, although we did get in on successfully a couple of hours later as I was coming down.
I found taking 10 mgs Foxy to be an interesting experience, though not one I will choose to repeat. The most coherent and valuable thought of my night was my praising my mind's resilience and ability to overcome this bizarre substance. There was a feeling of camaraderie with the friends who underwent the experience with me - if you do it, definitely have one or two friends who are taking the same dosage just so you don't feel like the only one losing your mind. The nausea alone would deter me from trying it again. However, I have been reading that some people feel great sensual energy on half the dose I took. So I may not discount it all together but rather partake of a much-smaller dosage.
[ 02 February 2003: Message edited by: PLURalism ]