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The last high-dose mushroom experience (about 9g) that I had the pleasure to enjoy encompassed a wonderful feeling of merging with my Sweetheart. Initially, I was laying next to him gently rubbing or kneading his stomach with my hands (a bit like a cat will do), then suddenly any resistance from his body seemed to give way, and it felt like we became two immiscible liquids (oil and water for example) that flowed together around a shared boundary without actually mixing. After a little while of enjoying this, even the liquid boundary disappeared and we seemed to be physically merged as our liquids mutually dissolved and flowed together. Each stage of this experience felt completely real, although it was beyond any experience that we had previously shared. It certainly gave us a feeling of unity (supporting the sentiment that a kindness to the other was a kindness to the self) and strengthened our relationship even further.
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Right on, sister! I've had a good number of experiences of this sort... the most striking opf which was when I and a boyfriend had taken something like two hits of lsd each, and were in my room, needless to say we got it on, and it had the most curious sensation to it, psychically and physically, I felt like we had both turned into worms, but not really worms, more amorphous creatures than that, writhing and melting together until actual gender was no longer an issue, and in fact I foulnd myself at one moment startled as I realized that I no longer knew who the cock belonged to, so to speak, nor could I really sense the physical boundaries between us, it was no longer sex but instead a dissolution (solution?), one entity moving snakelike across itself. I don't to this day know if he experiences the same impression, but it was very significant to me at the time.
I also tend to get much more, oh, organic visuals during sex than I do when "alone" in the world; my generic visuals and metaphors tend toward dragons and chameleons and sharp kaleidoscopic patterns, but when deeply engaged in love I tend toward almost Giger-esque visions of worms and veins, sometimes even gory but not unpleasant, very carnal... and alot of motifs reminiscent of eastern mythology (Indian)... very overwhelming, really, and certainly the moments when I feel the most trust and love.
I've actually been intending to bring up the subject of sex and love when altered here for awhile... strikes me that two very important things are learning to deal with yourself (which is somewhat well discussed here) and dealing with those you love the most dearly, love being the most critical essence. I have frequently found that sexual tension plays a very strong role in the course of my trips, and am always surprised to hear it downplayed.