Power Bottoms

If we were to look at any war zone we would find the most militant, military personnel are those that have not gotten laid in a long time. Proof of the choice between making love and fighting is that the managers of boxers would tell their fighters that they should avoid sex for at least a week before bouts. This was done to prevent the pent-up anger and hormones against a non-targeted release. What I am saying is that if you have sex you are satisfied and peaceful but if you don’t have sex you are usually frustrated and angry.

For the 55 years I have been smoking pot I have always felt that the government has been wasting its time and money on the war on drugs. It’s the same as the church telling us that masturbation will lead to blindness. What smoking pot leads to is an increased sensitivity to tactile feelings and a desire to hear music and enjoy colors and be very hungry for sweets and clit (a redundancy). That is why I had an apartment in Amsterdam and when I lived in LA I had a medical prescription for pot. Pot frees us in the moment and slows the rush of time. Everything is slow motion and sometimes freeze-framed. For many years I would go to the high times marijuana festival in Amsterdam and I realized that not one of my many co-smokers had money or was successful in business. The obvious reason was that weed made them happy and therefore their striving for power and conquest of fellow human was mellowed or in some cases negated.

The people who seek power so they can be powerful have made a choice. The two roads to travel are the one of being stoned but unaccomplished or finding power through conquering other people and lands. If Donald trump smoked hash he would sell his real estate holdings and with a big smile lay in the corner eating chocolate chip cookies and listening to Thelonius Monk.

Pot puts me on the road to pay attention to my life. I am at my best as a lover and licker when I am stoned out of my mind. When I shoot my load while being stoned my imagery is the power of Niagara Falls and a 747 taking off. I feel as if my glob of sperm is like a meteor crashing into earth. It is the power of the drugs opening my receptors.

In all my sexual travels I have never been to a swing club or bordello where a fight broke out. Every topless club has fights and knifings each night. In the whorehouse and the swing club you will get sexual release. But in a regular pick up bar or strip club your rage radar is attuned to any insult, rejection or rebuke. The ideal state to have peace on earth is to stay stoned, eat a lot of pussy and ejaculate every hour. You would not get into a fight even if a gang of thugs threatened to rape your mother because you'd be fully satisfied.