By day, I’m a homeschool mom to two wildly expressive daughters. Muscles the Elder delights in pushing her body to the limit, swimming faster, climbing higher, and hiking farther. Visionary the Younger sees the world as a place to be explored and transformed through story, song, and visual art. The three of us seek new experiences outside of the four walls each day, soaking up all the life in our path. Beard Man, my lover, baby daddy, and legally wedded husband is a computer nerd on two wheels, gripping bicycle handlebars whenever his fingers aren’t on the keyboard.
By night, when the kids are in bed, I retire to the bedroom with Beard Man and some pot.
As a child member of a doomsday cult and former evangelical, my frolic into the devil’s lettuce patch signaled a significant departure from my early obedient attitudes and conservative values. As a child I was told my body belonged to my future husband. All grown up now, I am breaking the cycle of shame with a bong to my lips and a middle finger in the air.
When my home state legalized marijuana, the last of my personal resolve against the cannabis plant dissipated. Feeling woozy with thrill, I hid my shaking hands in my pockets, and stepped into a neighborhood dispensary. A couple of things I’ve learned since then: a raw potato makes a terrible pipe, and neighborly edibles are unpredictably potent.
I’d heard whispers that weed could improve one’s sexual experience. Feeling adventurous one scheduled-but-anticipated sex night with Beard Man, I got high before getting in bed. Are you ready for a big cliché? I hope so, because sex that night was life-changing. Cannabis unexpectedly started to change my perspective on pleasure, and my relationship with my own body.
Beard Man often quotes Adam Savage/Alex Jason: “…the only difference between screwing around and science is writing it down.” Based on my own sexual cannabis alchemy, I’m writing it down (even if we are mostly just screwing around). I hope you find my personal stories inspiring and entertaining as I learn to love sex, because weed is cool.
Thanks for reading,
Tricia