I can’t say that I’m exactly surprised at the results, as Eight set up an After Dark tier years ago and people have been clamoring for me to…reveal more of myself, as it were, for some time now, ever since I released the first round of videos teasing “Apocalypse You”.
So if more… midnight revelations are your thing, head over to our Patreon and check it out. 😘
-Allēna
Soooo during today’s most recent round of Internet Foraging, I came across this dubious little gem…
My internal medievalist, linguist, and my internal lack of gender are all screaming. Because, fortunately or unfortunately for everyone witnessing this beautiful piece of nonsense, this glorious character
Þ
is called a thorn, and it is actually pronounced like the “th” sound in the word “that”.
So, this incredible piece of Urban Dictionary nonsense is COMPLETELY FUCKING ACCURATE. 🤣ðŸ˜
And if I haven’t been a big enough thorn in y’all’s side today, now I quite literally have been.
Enjoy having THAT piece of knowledge implanted in your brains, hehehe.
Stay tuned for more magic!!
-Lazarus
Hey, everyone. This is Allēna again. This will likely be quite a brief post, as I’m very tired. Today was good, in part because Castor went and dropped about a hundred bucks that we had on hand at our favorite headshop down the road and got some legal good shit and a water pipe for his trouble that looks like uranium glass.
Bills are paid (or will be able to) and so we decided that we get to treat ourselves a bit with the leftover money while saving the rest. I’m glad Castor did. He seems to have accidentally purchased some top shelf shit, though, and we have no tolerance anymore after taking a several months long smoke break. The results have been interesting, to say the least.
Just this morning, I scared Sheik’s tiniest cat shitless because the bowl I had smoked was too big and I was having a panic attack. I have no idea WHY she got so scared, but I do know that being around intense emotions makes her scared, and I was intensely frightened. Poor baby love. I will do my best to make it up to the sweet thing later. She seemed to enjoy it initially and even asked for scritchy for a little bit during the first few minutes before I started panicking too bad.
Once I can calm my fucking brain down, that’s when it gets interesting. The system has always enjoyed a good sativa strain, but the headshop didn’t seem to have any, and we wanted a hybrid, anyway. So Castor got his hybrid. He ended up picking up a roughly 50/50 split hybrid strain. And let me tell you – the combination of mind and body high is fascinating once we actually realize that we’re just stoned and anxious, we aren’t about to have a damn seizure.
It’s almost like the conscious mind takes a backseat and the body takes on a life of its own. What we do think consciously is more or less free from any kind of distortions caused by trauma. Castor got high with Sheik the first time and was entranced by her beauty more than usual. I think this was because once his enormous panic attack finally subsided, his fear was almost…muted and he was able to see himself as he actually saw her without need for the elaborate defense system our traumatized brain put in place. From what I can recall, it was beautiful.
My bowl this morning was similar. I had smoked too much at once, so after I’d convinced the body and mind that I was sufficiently safe, it was as though I saw the world in vivid, intense, lovely color. It was early afternoon and golden light was pouring in through the windows. Then the body got very horny. Like obscenely horny. So I started masturbating and, unbound from the elaborate defenses, the body simply did its own thing while we took a backseat. Good gods, I lost track of how many times we finished. We’ve never been able to do something like that before in our entire life. I felt as fucking beautiful as the afternoon coming through the windows.
Hell, there were so many fucking orgasms today that when I sobered up a bit, I went over to Emerson’s and ate basically my body weight in pizza and cheese (to start) and while his attorney alter, Pendragon was watching a movie, I fell deeply asleep while cuddling him for about 2.5 hours. Pendragon is a deep love of mine and feels very safe, so it was a lovely nap. The pain is better, even when I am sober, too. But the body feels like it’s been hit by a train in a great way. Shit.
I’ll update with more findings as time goes on, but we seem to have uncorked something..
Stay tuned for more magic! For now, though, it’s sleep time…
-Allēna