MyDoorsAreOpen
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I'm not a big fan of paying for sex. I did it once and that was all it took to convince me it wasn't helping make the world a better place, and wasn't that great fun for a guy who doesn't enjoy treating women like shit. She said she was 19. I'd guess 15. She said she was from China. A border jumper from Myanmar I'd say. I was backpacking in the Golden Triangle, where a lot of dodgy things happen every day. That trip also included me trying to gamble in a market square with a fake banknote handed to me in back alley exchange for 900 Rubles, which none of the real banks wanted, and getting chased down the street by an angry mob.
Fast forward 3 years. I was rolling at a beach rave this past weekend. I had a good clean pill followed by another half in mid-peak. For some reason e doesn't have a sexual component to it at all for me. Well, it did the first time, but that was a pretty speedy pill. No, it's completely spiritual for me. I feel like I'm on another plane of existence, and I never think with my john like when toking or drinking.
I met this girl dancing and talked to her. She was really friendly, and I just figured it was cos she was rolling too, I didn't even bother to ask, because so many people there were munted or k'd up. She was flirtatious, and said she was an agent for a modeling agency, and she was looking for a guy to work for her. She asked me to lay down on the sand with her. I asked her what her name was, and she asked me "what do you think sounds good?" It wasn't until she came right out and said "but my prostitute name is Cherry"...
The thing was, she was fluent in several languages and seemed smart and fashionable. That just got me thinking she was a beautiful person when I was high. It would have been nice to do some touching, but gettin' it on was nowhere on my mind.
Anyways, I just immediately said to her calmly, "You have to get out of that line of work. You don't go places with that. You can do a lot better and you know it. Plus you're going to hate men." She nodded and pointed over at this dirtbag dude who had kept coming over to keep an eye on her. "He hired me when his girlfriend his is right over there," she said.
She didn't know what to say after that, and neither did I. She just threw her arms around me and hugged me warmly. She didn't turn her face to me as she did this. Most likely she thought I was some harmless friendly gay guy. She said I danced like a gay guy (I'm too floppy and uncoordinated to dance on just MDMA), and I obviously didn't have the prime thing on my mind that straight guys (of which I'm normally one) do.
I really hope if she's into some heavier drug, which wouldn't be surprising seeing where she was hanging out, she can kick the habit and do something dignified. She's actually very pretty.
Fast forward 3 years. I was rolling at a beach rave this past weekend. I had a good clean pill followed by another half in mid-peak. For some reason e doesn't have a sexual component to it at all for me. Well, it did the first time, but that was a pretty speedy pill. No, it's completely spiritual for me. I feel like I'm on another plane of existence, and I never think with my john like when toking or drinking.
I met this girl dancing and talked to her. She was really friendly, and I just figured it was cos she was rolling too, I didn't even bother to ask, because so many people there were munted or k'd up. She was flirtatious, and said she was an agent for a modeling agency, and she was looking for a guy to work for her. She asked me to lay down on the sand with her. I asked her what her name was, and she asked me "what do you think sounds good?" It wasn't until she came right out and said "but my prostitute name is Cherry"...
The thing was, she was fluent in several languages and seemed smart and fashionable. That just got me thinking she was a beautiful person when I was high. It would have been nice to do some touching, but gettin' it on was nowhere on my mind.
Anyways, I just immediately said to her calmly, "You have to get out of that line of work. You don't go places with that. You can do a lot better and you know it. Plus you're going to hate men." She nodded and pointed over at this dirtbag dude who had kept coming over to keep an eye on her. "He hired me when his girlfriend his is right over there," she said.
She didn't know what to say after that, and neither did I. She just threw her arms around me and hugged me warmly. She didn't turn her face to me as she did this. Most likely she thought I was some harmless friendly gay guy. She said I danced like a gay guy (I'm too floppy and uncoordinated to dance on just MDMA), and I obviously didn't have the prime thing on my mind that straight guys (of which I'm normally one) do.
I really hope if she's into some heavier drug, which wouldn't be surprising seeing where she was hanging out, she can kick the habit and do something dignified. She's actually very pretty.
