I’m currently homeless, and I decided to delve into herbal incense, aka K2. I paid a fellow $3 for a joint of herbal incense. We smoked in the dorm by the window.
The smell was like ammonia mixed with a cat, and a little chocolate fragrance. After he passed the joint to me, I thought I’d be stoned and have a munchie attack just like an ordinary weed trip.
After a 4th pull from the joint, I developed vertigo and opted to sit down on the bed. What could have possessed me to inhale this incense? I immediately panicked quietly and realized I have to keep it together, so I don’t alert the security nearby.
I’ll never smoke this stuff again I promised myself. Coming up was horrific. I experienced such powerful hallucinations at the demonic level. I remembered all the erotic or homo-erotic visuals throughout my childhood. At face value, this would seem comedic.
But, this was no laughing matter. I was caught between male and female, and K2 brutally brought out my real character. I saw myself as a beautiful female trying to hide my feminine attributes.
Posturing was the only treatment for such a disturbing, hellish ride through the mind. I thought, “how” and “why” is this happening. Could I be holding off this real part of me for so long that now I’m merely a sex slave?
I was violated and postured throughout the trip — every creative way to be gaily poured out of my mind nonstop.
No offense to those who have same-sex relations, but even marijuana didn’t have such a potent effect on my psyche. I saw my self trapped inside as a female and posturing so much that the homoeroticism became infinite.
Everything from childhood, including games, television, movies, and cartoons, brought out homo-erotic thoughts. There was no place to go, and my body felt so relaxed that I could have invited anyone to sleep with me.
I was humiliated that wherever I felt pain in my body, warm sexual energy appeared in that body part. I thought others could feel this. Energy creative tracks even popped up in my head, exposing me.
I felt powerless and talked to myself like a schizo for 4 hrs. I was poisoned. Please leave feedback and let me know if you experienced anything similar. This was the worst trip of my life.
I might be a comedic genius or a homo. I don’t even know because I couldn’t get all the content written or expressed through speech. My head was gone. It’s not fun or cool to worry about your manhood. I’ll never be the same after that trip.